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Snaith is a town in the East Riding of Yorkshire, England, approximately west of Goole on the A1041 at its junction with the A645. It is to the north of the M62 motorway, just south of the River Aire.
The town of Snaith with the villages of East Cowick and West Cowick form the civil parish of Snaith and Cowick. The Snaith and Cowick civil parish had 3,579 inhabitants and 1,492 households in the 2011 UK census. This was an increase on 3,028 inhabitants and 1,228 households in the 2001 UK census. The town continues to grow in size, due to the expanding Ben Bailey housing estate.
Snaith is the focal point of the local rural area. It has primary and secondary schools. The town exit and entry to the M62 is approximately away, giving access to Hull, Doncaster, Goole, Leeds and Castleford. It is approximately from York. Selby is away, with Carlton and Camblesforth between.
Snaith was part of the Goole Rural District in the West Riding of Yorkshire from 1894 to 1974, then in Boothferry district of Humberside until 1996.
Usage examples of "snaith".
When we entered the huge room, dressed in his garish cloak, tiny, bald-headed, long-featured, dark-eyed and porcelain-white, twirling the wand of his cane, Mister Snaith was a changed miniature wizard from some long-lost Age.
I gave Mister Snaith his carpetbag, which he lifted as if it were empty, and sat down beside the door on a slippery silk chair.
Mister Snaith, amid odd thumpings and whirrings, unravelled and faded into wafts of smoke and surprisingly bandage-like appurtenances.
Apart from a few servants and Mister Snaith, she and I were the only other people left in the room.
Pushing aside maids as she charged through her hallway to greet them, Grandmistress Bowdly-Smart gasped and fluttered her hands whilst Mister Snaith, his carpetbag and I trooped into a long room which was stuffed with more ornaments and artefacts than a well-stocked shop.
Trixie was evicted, the cups were laid aside, Mister Snaith reversed his cloak and straightened his toupee.
Mister Snaith, whilst Saul or Blissenhawk would be able to steer me towards a disaffected member of the appropriate guild who could decipher such things.
Mistress Bowdly-Smart was howling and sobbing and Trixie was barking, whilst Mister Snaith still sat at the far table, the contents of his carpetbag still spilling out around him.
Mister Snaith, still wearing the coloured side of his cloak, made no attempt to resist as Stropcock threw him against the wall.
With a renewed roar, Stropcock threw Mister Snaith aside and turned towards me.
Whilst he was rubbing his shins and cursing, I hauled Mister Snaith out from the corner, pushed my way past the watching maids and fled Fredericksville.
Mister Snaith briefly handed me his toy ebony cane then flipped his cloak off his shoulders and turned it around so that the lining showed a flashing silk of livid oranges and greens.
Eventually, the questions petered out, and Mister Snaith, amid odd thumpings and whirrings, unravelled and faded into wafts of smoke and surprisingly bandage-like appurtenances.
And you must move in the most interesting circles, to bump into, ah Mister Snaith here.
Bowmout were in the hands of a long-established and dozy firm of solicitors in Berwick-upon-Tweed, bill for quick action in this highly personal matter, Quin had selected Dick Proudfoot, of Proudfoot, Buckley and Snaith, whom he had known in Cambridge.