When you’ve seen somewhere in a film and long to visit, there’s always the fear of disappointment. I’d held that viaduct in my mind, the chattering cafes clutching the River Nidd, whilst it towered above holding history in its giant hands.

Finally, I was there. There wasn’t the sultry sunlight of recent months, instead Yorkshire gave rain but I didn’t care. I was there, I had made it and it was more than the combination of all my imaginings. The viaduct, of course, was my focus but I hadn’t known of the black and white checkered patterns on some of the buildings. Most famous of these is the Old Manor House on Waterside, believed to have been inspired by one of its owners’ love of chess.

Undaunted by the weather, I saw a couple head off in one of the many, brightly coloured rowing boats, an umbrella arched protectively over them. How perfectly romantic. Just like in the film I saw.