Growing up in the country, I used to find it hard to imagine that anyone could find any Beauty in anything urban. With the possible exception of medieval buildings, and perhaps the odd piece of grandiose Victorian architecture, I regarded anything of human making as necessarily inferior in beauty to the beauty of the natural world that lay around our village. (It was only later in life that I reflected on the fact that the rural farming landscapes to which I was so attached were as much made by human …