Inside the secret Yorkshire art walk that’s harder to get into than Glastonbury

I love walking. As a Cotswolds countryside resident, my once-concrete jaunts across east London have been swapped for crunchy grass stomps through cow-laden fields or floating across rolling hills just out my front door. I also love art. Exhibitions and retrospectives are often what dictate my travels. A recent dash on the Eurostar brought me to a speedy 48-hour whip around the late David Hockney exhibition at the Louis Vuitton Museum in Paris, in between long bistro meals and a snoop around…