One of my favourite Yorkshire phrases, spoken by my great uncle Charlie (who wanted to travel as a young man but had to serve in WW1 trenches, after which he thought that perhaps "Addingham weren't s' bad" and was happy to remain there for the rest of his life) when we went there for tea. Great auntie Mary would set out all sorts of delicious stuff – including bridge rolls sliced crosswise like a big loaf and the tiny slices neatly buttered – and then Uncle Charlie would say: Reach to, lass, reach to (help yourself)
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