MaryB wrote: My elder son is at Durham, and when I drive him up or back he now braces himself every time we cross a Yorkshire river as I chant "the Swale, the Ure, the Nidd, the Wharfe, the Aire, the Calder" - but definitely not the Don.
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MaryMc doesn't remember the Don either. Perhaps it's a Mary thing, or perhaps I alone added the Don for a sort of rhythmical completion -Swale, Ure, Nidd, Wharfe, Aire, Calder .........................
for me it's like ending a scale on the seventh note. Which I remember a colleague using as a form of torture for an unpleasant neighbour - neighbour complained about colleague's clarinet practice, so colleague would repeat, but never complete, scale after scale.
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