Pennine West Yorkshire defies definition as either ‘rural’ or ‘urban’. Or, rather, I struggle to know whether I live in the town or countryside. Away from the nearby moors, it’s hard to find land that isn’t put to use (I refrain from saying ‘good use’) and hopefully this collection of pictures, taken this afternoon on a Sunday stroll along the valley beside the M62, demonstrates what I mean. Simon Armitage criticised Calderdale (he would I suppose as he hails from Kirklees on the other side of the motorway) for its strings of electricity pylons. I’m no fan – the cables can make photography a challenge – but they have their charm and, when the technology has been invented, will one day be removed leaving only the occasional factory to blemish the view…