I know this as I spent my first 8 or nine years in the south - in and around Guildford, Surrey in fact. In those radio days my impression of 'the north' was of a foreign land probably inhabited by aliens who did not wash. My father's posting to Leeds, Yorkshire was a bit of a shock to a southern softie.
I need not have worried. Yorkshire, I soon discovered, was beautiful - even then. Of course there was industry and grime and the industrial revolution was in its derelict death throes.
Well, what about the Yorkshire Dales?
Take a look at
The cover gives you a flavour.