A dog’s life

Sheep are taking centre stage in some inventive Yorkshire businesses, among them afternoon tea with a woolly twist

KITTY’S LONG RED hair was dripping as she sat down breathless on the nearest seat. She had thought she would miss the train. The narrow lanes around her parents’ house had been flooded and she had bee

“I used to watch a lot of telly as a kid,” says Jarvis Cocker, relaxing on a sofa in the meeting room at Rough Trade Records HQ in Notting Hill. “It would give me a representation of the world that wa

I believe that if you’re going to bother with deep-frying, you might as well fry everything! Essentially translating as “fried mixed”, fritto misto transports me to the Amalfi Coast, and the joys of a

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

The year was 1978, two years after we got married. Having been no further north than Norfolk at that time, we both liked the idea of seeing the Highlands of Scotland. We searched through the brochures