Doesn't this inspire you to start your great Victorian novel?

There's something about Atkinson Grimshaw that makes me think of Dickens and Wilkie Collins, of moonlight and fog and gloaming and ladies in white.

I'd barely heard of him until one day when I was working in Leeds and snatched an hour in the art gallery there before catching my train home. I remember thinking ... wow, I like these.

I'll definitely be going to this exhibition because we don't get much chance to see his work here in the south.