It was soggy at Headingley, the rain passing in damp sheets, the sky a permanent frown. When play eventually started at a quarter past two on Tuesday, the floodlights shone so brightly in the gloom that the pitch looked fluorescent.
As ever in Championship cricket, a handful of loyal supporters had been in situ from the start of play, scattered, sometimes in pairs, more often singularly, with just the right spacing of seats between the nearest human contact.
