Aged 14, geography trip Malham Cove trip , as dry stone wall settles on the ground it strengthens itself and tightens up, stone language, harsh Millstone Grit to soft Limestone once coach underwater diving a new world, breathe easier
Gordale Scar, no bullying scar hurt glorious edge dried waterfall, hike to Tarn,  not Barnsley Tarn, Malham Tarn, buildings rare, no pubs, no roads, no red brick terraces here, only water. Water coursing
Clints/grykes, pavement lacking bins, lampposts, Zebra crossings. Water work
Underground, hidden rivers reverberated in me as memory then history. I took it back as new dialect.