When I’m in Leeds I stay a few streets away from Woodhouse Ridge. I go for a lot of walks there - I feel safe underneath the fragments of sun, with my feet on the gravel.
I tell my Airbnb host that I’ve picked up some bar work for the week, and I don’t know how but she manages to believe me. She’s a nice lady with a small dog, and her fridge has loads of souvenir magnets stuck to it.