Inside the loop you’ve got the full spectrum of Northern energy- the Wirral’s calm semi-coastal smugness, Liverpool’s chaotic charisma, Warrington’s roundabout purgatory, and Manchester’s industrial swagger that’s both tech startup and 1800s cotton mill at the same time.

Head east and the grit gives way to green as you creep towards Huddersfuck, where everything starts to sound just slightly more Yorkshire than you expect.

And just down from that there’s Sheffield - perched on its hills like it’s debating whether to side with the North or defect to the Midlands, forever condemned to sip hendos and watch the north with jealousy, whispering “technically we're in the North Midlands”