Now then, I’m a proper Sneaton lad, born and bred in this quiet little village near Whitby in North Yorkshire. Sneaton’s a peaceful spot, nestled in the moors with lovely walks and views of the North Sea. Not much goes on, mind, but there’s a quirky side to some folk ‘round here. Foot fetish, aye, it’s a thing—some lads and lasses are proper into feet, whether it’s bare or in boots after a moorland trek. There ain’t no specific clubs in Sneaton for this, but Whitby’s got a few discreet meet-ups if you know where to look. Oh, and some even chat online about it—check out Snapchat sexting for a natter. Otherwise, local pubs like The Wilson Arms are good for a pint and a quiet word with like-minded folk.