This week I was on an expedition to the very edges of civilisation in the wilds of Northern England. On Tuesday I took a local stagecoach to Hebden Bridge, the fabled home of that legendary tribe, The Friends of Charles Darwin.
Upon arrival I was challenged by the irate leader of the tribe Richard the Carter,
who thought I was there to steal his crop of buttercups.
However I managed to placate him and convince him that my intentions were entirely peaceful. He invited me in for a cup of the strange local brew, Yorkshire Tea and we conversed intensely on a wide range on topics.
When I left he displayed his friendly side, wishing me well on my further travels.
It is possible to become an honorary member of this exotic British tribe just by filling out the Internet membership form.