Holmfirth..

..In the evening glow.
Again, a back-blip.
Loving Yorkshire (and it's folk).
But by 'eck, these streets were steep.
(At one point the car in front of the car in front of us, on a hill at a junction, just couldn't pull out. He kept slipping backwards. His wife had to get out and stop the traffic or we'd all still be there now.
Hats off (or should I say,''t'ats off'') to the Holmfirth folk who whizz about their steepness daily.