Now then, I’m a proper Muker lad, born and bred in this quiet little village in North Yorkshire. Muker’s a stunner, nestled in Swaledale with rolling hills and drystone walls as far as t’eye can see. It’s a peaceful spot, perfect for a pint at t’Farmers Arms after a long walk. Now, about foot fetish, it’s a niche interest, in’t it? Some folk are right into feet, and while Muker ain’t exactly a hotspot for such things, there’s nowt stopping you from connecting online. Have a gander at Snapchat Sexting for like-minded chats. Locally, t’village hall hosts events, but for summat specific, you’re best looking to bigger towns nearby.