Last week Thursday, I flew over for the day to this place called Saltaire in West Yorkshire, and I was completely amazed how beautiful it is there.

Remembering all those things I had learned in school about the Industrial Revolution in England, I had been afraid it would turn out to be a dark and gloomy place, old sooty buildings, the air polluted with me gasping and coughing.

Boy was I wrong.

Lots of clean, neatly structured buildings, a quaint river, green rolling hills and lots of trees, the sky crystal clear and fantastically blue.