The Last Food of England
 
A shy and retiring man is Ricky the butcher, but we managed to draw him out on the subjects of brawn, black pudding and bureaucracy. He reckons to have tested more types of beef for flavour than anyone alive and still has time to attend weekly markets, expand his wardrobe, and go for prolongued bike rides in the Derbyshire Peaks accompanied by a rump steak sandwich, strapped to his back. Further down the parade at Lytham St. Anne's, there were pies made from wimberries (whortleberries to me) gathered on the Lancashire moors.

North West of England October 2004