Alas, I know. Apparently, a lot of northern artists and hippies moved there in the seventies because Hebden Bridge is apparently on a ley line. Even now they do white witch ceremonies in the old church in Heptonstall, much to the upset of the Northern locals.
I know Hebden Bridge extremely well; I was born and grew up there. My father's family are from Hebden Bridge, going back centuries. Indeed, our family name originates from Heptonstall in the 12 century. My father, aunt, grandparents, great grandparents were all born in Hebden Bridge, and my great aunt and uncle are buried two rows behind Sylvia Plath in Heptonstall.
In the seventies, there were a lot of millionaire hippies in Hebden Bridge - not so now. They moved on sometime in the 80s; now it tends to be m/c alternative types now.
Thing is the point about the absence of the traditional working class is because they have been priced out of the housing market. The house my father grew up in (two up, two down w/c job) is now worth well over £170K. All the old locals I know complain about "them Southerners taking over our town; it doesn't feel like home anymore". And I can see their point to some extent.
When I was young, the place seemed like the heart of age-old existence. A lot of people still lived the way they'd lived a hundred years ago: no TVs, earth floors, no fridges, wood fires, outside loo et al. Quite a few old timers still counted in the old way, and the dialect was so strong, sometimes my grandma had to explain to me what people were saying.
It is a shame this has gone because the area around Hebden Bridge is a special place, and these things just added to the eternal atmosphere of the place. Hebden Bridge has a magical feel to it, an ancient feel . . . it gets into your blood.