Now then, I’m a proper Colsterdale lad, born and bred in this quiet corner of North Yorkshire. Colsterdale’s a right peaceful spot, tucked away in t’Dales with rolling hills and nowt but sheep for miles. It’s not exactly known for much, but there’s a few of us locals who’ve got a thing for foot fetishes, tha knows. It’s a private interest, like, but we chat about it discreetly. If tha’s curious, there’s a site I stumbled on, Snapchat Sexting, where folk connect over all sorts. As for meetin’ up, there ain’t no specific clubs round ‘ere, but t’local pub in Masham, a few miles off, is where we sometimes have a quiet natter over a pint.