A Tale told me by a parishioner, apparently originally told by an old Vicar.

A Vicar holidaying in North Yorkshire got a bit lost in the lanes up near the moors, spotting a labourer in a field he shouted, 'hey you there! Yes you my man, can you tell me how to get to Whitby?' To which he gained the reply, 'I dunt know that a can.' The Vicar a little taken aback says, 'now look here either you can or you can't, now come on - how do I get to Whitby from here?!' 'Ah', says the labourer, 'well there's a sign at end of t'lane.' The Vicar, indignant now, replies, 'that's all very well, but what if I could not read, have you thought of that?!' To which the farm labourer replied, 't'sign al suit you fine then as there's nowt written on't.'