Walking through rejuvenated Leeds from Clarence Dock to Brewery Wharf at 2am Sunday morning, among new blocks of executive waterfront hutches, with the leftover heat of the day still present, a faint fog striking up, and the smells of the canal, the brewery, the wet grass and the indian restaurant mixing, it felt like a foreign holiday. For a moment I was in Singapore on a 24 hour layover en route to Australia.