I wrote this in ‘Yorkshire’ speak. I hope you can make sense of it.
We went for’us ‘oliday up arahnd t’ Lakes,
it were a reight grand trip. We stopped in a caravan, t’were close to t’beck
in a quiet little place, very neat and plain,
but by 'eck it didn’t half rain!
On t’first day we went furra drive
to t’Black Sheep brewery place.
We bought some pickle, a t-shirt and cake.
Funny thing though we didn’t get any ale,
but by ‘eck that rain turned me pale.
We ended up at t’market day in Hawes,
t’sun refused to come aht.
so we walked a bit, enjoying t’scenery and shops.
We dashed off up t’ creamery and big cheese shop;
but by 'eck I thowt that rain ud nivver stop.
On’t second day we explored a bit more,
rahnd Ingleton we strolled.
WE din’t go up to t’falls; cos it were a bit damp,
we couldn’t see t’hills, onny clouds of grey.
But by ‘eck, t’ rain wouldn’t go away.
On’t third day we spotted t’big lake at Windermere.
There were loads of folk arahnd.
Cos by then it were a lovely warm day, sunny and bright.
We spied a gradely spot to park us car.
but then, by 'eck t’rain came in from afar.
Then by t’third day, we were reight fed up.
We stopped in all day in t’caravan.
We played cards and games, there were nowt on t’telly.
By four o’clock, t’warm sun were shining bright
No clouds in t’sky. Chance of rain-very slight.
A brisk walk to t’pub furra drink and a steak,
nice fresh air, no need furra coat.
A good neet we had, a friendly crowd were in.
'Time gentlemen please. We tumble outta t’door.
Rain again were bouncing off t’floor.
NEVER AGAIN!
Best wishes Norma