Helen Mead

1 month ago | yorkpress.co.uk | Helen Mead

3 1/1 AN Ouse cruise with fish and chips is a fun way to see York, writes HELEN MEAD. What better way to get a taste of the historic city of York than on a boat - with a tray of tasty fish and chips to enjoy as you sail, and it’s even better if the sun is shining. I always strive to get a window seat when eating out. It’s always a bonus if the view includes a historic landmark or two.

1 month ago | thetelegraphandargus.co.uk | Helen Mead

Allerton Primary school enjoy a whole school picnic to celebrate their healthy school status. 2006 WITH all the great weather we have been having over the past couple of months, picnic season is well underway. We try to make the most of the sunshine and great outdoors to enjoy our food outside, whether in a local park, on the beach, the moors, or in your back garden.

1 month ago | thetelegraphandargus.co.uk | Helen Mead

But, being winter, I couldn’t think what sort of insect could have crawled under two heavy duvets to inject venom into my skin. Scrutinising the side of my heel - where the pain appeared to be coming from - I couldn’t see anything and assumed it would disappear during the day. It didn’t. It got worse, to the point where, some days, it hurt so much I could barely walk. Later that month my husband and I went to London to visit our daughters.

1 month ago | thetelegraphandargus.co.uk | Helen Mead

Even better, if your mealtime vista is forever changing - a medieval tower one minute, a 21st century hotel the next, a famous public school, a row of elegant town houses, a much-photographed pub, a bridge or two. What better way to enjoy lunch than on a boat, making its way through a historic city. And not just any lunch - a tasty box of fish and chips, freshly delivered prior to sailing.

1 month ago | yorkpress.co.uk | Helen Mead

Using a phone during dinner is rude WHEN I was growing up our family phone - one of those old-fashioned landlines that barely anyone uses today - stood on the windowsill. It was within reaching distance of my dad’s carver chair which sat at the dining table, so if it rang during mealtimes, he would grumble, before reluctantly picking it up. The call was usually friends calling for one of us kids, meaning we would have to get up and take it.