The tri­an­gle of land be­tween Wake­field, Mor­ley and Rothwell has a very spe­cial claim to fame.

Yorkshire Post - YP Magazine - - Gardens -

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

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