Making the move from a rural town to the hustle and bustle of the UK’s capital might seem like a daunting task.

While many will no doubt miss their families and friends, for some the adjustment is a little harder and there are some peculiar things they miss about their home towns. 

For writer Oliver Radcliffe who moved to London six months ago from Huddersfield, the Big Smoke is proving to be a steeper leaning curve than he was expecting.

He wrote in YorkshireLive that he hadn’t expected the stony faces of commuters and or the lack of ‘hellos’. 

But there are some even more unexpected things he misses from Yorkshire.

Tap water 

The journalist admitted it may sound bizarre but he found London tap water – hard and full of limescale – difficult to adjust to.

He confessed that every cup of tea is now layered with ‘a thin film of limescale-scum’.

He added it’s disgusting to taste and even worse to clean and said he can’t remember the last time he saw a smear-free shower screen or wine glass.

In comparison, while living in on the outskirts of the Pennines, he was treated to delicious Yorkshire tap water supplies by ample reservoirs and admitted his standards have now been set too high.

The hills

Another shock to Oliver’s system was the flat-ness of London.

He explained that having the Peak District on his doorstep as well as rolling hills and moors making up the dramatic skyline he had grown used to having some sort of mountain to climb.

he confessed that he had also lived in Norfolk and it was ‘the flatlands of East Anglia that truly made me realise how much I missed the hills’. 

He explained he felt the lack of hills made the landscape seem bleak and his longing for a moor only became greater after moving to London.

He added that while many Londoners might  not understand, if they took a trip to the top of Holme Moss, they’d soon understand why he was such a champion of the Yorkshire landscape.  

The pies

Oliver confessed one of his greatest pleasures was tucking in to a Melton Mowbray pork pie.

He joked he ‘may have lost my accent and sold my soul to the South’ but he will never give up his love of pies. 

He explained that he had grown up near Denby Dale, the village that became famous for making giant meat and potato pies to celebrate major events.

In 1988 the small village made the world’s largest traditional pie at a staggering 20 ft long and weighing more than 9 tonnes.