Not long ago, Sir Bernard Ingham famously complained that his Yorkshire home town, Hebden Bridge, had become the "Lesbian Capital of Great Britain".
Unwittingly, he had pinpointed one reason why the former mill town is today the unhappy epicentre of a property boom. Thirty years ago, long after Mrs Thatcher's press secretary had forsaken his Pennine roots for Whitehall and a south London suburban house, Hebden Bridge was dying. Its factories, set up a century before on the precipitous banks of the Calder to harness the power of the rushing water, were closed. Its title as the world centre for the manufacture of working men's trousers had been stolen by cheap foreign versions of its fustian and corduroy cloth.
As its inhabitants sought work elsewhere, property prices imploded. Whole terraces of empty, back-to-back, stone-built houses were demolished.
And it was then that the lesbians arrived - amid a whole array of alternative lifestyle folk who ranged from artists, writers and musicians to New Age activists and Green campaigners.