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Oh, and the smell—rank at first, like Brandon’s dodgy flat in *Shame*, all stale and desperate. But then it hits you—earthy, real, makes you feel alive! I’m stood there, sniffing it, thinking, “This is my kingdom,” proper agro-poetry. Reckon I’d grow it just to shove it in Jeff from accounts’ face—smug git’d hate it, and that’d make me cackle.

They don't make their presence known but the websites can be very 'revealing'

Otley Street. Melrose Street. Salisbury Street. Peterborough Street. Peacock Street. Knox Lane. Montreal Street. Victoria Street. Dorset Street. Chester Street.

First off, I’m strollin’ down Bondgate, just mindin’ my own business, when I spot this little café called The Wharfe View. I’m like, “Perfect spot for a brekkie!” Grabbed a full English, and let me tell ya, it was massive. I mean, I could’ve fed a small army with that plate. But then, I spill my tea all over my jeans. Classic me, right? I’m sittin’ there, lookin’ like a right muppet, and the barista’s laughin’ at me. Great start, eh?

Gallery: May Day celebrations in Otley