They do things differently in Hawes — a market town wedged between the rugged splendour of Wether Fell, Fleet Moss and Stags Fell, deep in the Yorkshire Dales National Park. When the post office was threatened with closure, instead of moaning and blaming the Government, they simply opened their own. Same with the library — in 2005 they moved it into the local community office, so they could keep it open five and-a-half days a week, instead of just two.
Most people considering a day out would choose somewhere fairly close to home. Brighton, Blackpool, a restful few hours wallowing in the spa waters in Bath, if that’s your thing, writes JANE FRYER. At a push, if you’re feeling really crazy, perhaps Paris. But New York? No way. Partly because it’s a bloody long way away — 7,000 miles and more than 14 hours in the air for a return trip, with a five-hour time difference just to throw a bit of jet lag into the mix. And partly because plane tickets have always been so pricey — generally more than ￡500 return. Pictured: Jane heads off to New York, inset left; Jane in Times Square, above; Jane and Miles before their helicopter tour, bottom left; Jane admiring the view at the Top Of The Rock, second left; Jane on a spree in Saks Fifth Avenue, second from right; Jane devouring a hotdog, right.