The triangle of land between Wakefield, Morley and Rothwell has a very special claim to fame.
HAVE in my hand a little bit of history – a tin of rhubarb. The sell-by-date would almost earn it a place in the Ark, but it is destined for the dustbin and a belated burial in a landfill site.
That tin has stood, forgotten and unwanted, for so long that it deserves something better – perhaps as the prime contents of a rhubarb crumble. But even I, as a never-waste-anything Yorkshireman, am not prepared to gamble on what little good health I still have.
But that doesn’t stop me from loving rhubarb, one of the great gifts from this great county of ours. Where rhubarb is concerned, Yorkshire is king, and the triangle of land between Wakefield, Morley and Rothwell is justifiably famous for producing early forced rhubarb.
A century or so ago, there were more than 200 growers producing nine-tenths of the world’s early rhubarb in forcing