When the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the stone is glowing, and the power cables humming, can there be a finer place in the world than West Yorkshire? In this case, the fields and farms above Greetland, near Halifax.
Following on from yesterday’s virtual day at the seaside, today we are back in Halifax, and where better than down behind Halifax Gas Works. I have always thought there was something vaguely Venetian about Halifax. Canaletto would have felt at home here.