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We grew up in Woolton, Liverpool. We didn't have much, but it was irrelevant. We played out a lot with all the kids on the street.
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
I was born and brought up near a village in Nottinghamshire and in my childhood enjoyed the freedom of the rather isolated country life. After the First World War, my father had bought a small farm, which became a marvelous playground for his five children.
A madhouse of frenzied moneymaking and frenzied pleasure-seeking, with none of the corners chipped off. It is beautifully situatedand the air reminds one curiously of Edinburgh.
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken
Irish gardens beat all for horror. With 19 gardeners, Lord Talbot of Malahide has produced an affair exactly like a suburban golf course.
A fantastic golf course and venue. It's one of those places that you always look forward to going back to ... no matter how many times you have been there before.
What a grand, higgledy-piggledy, sensible old place Norwich is!
See anything interesting out there in the woods of King Hall?
And Tomlinson found this in the Times right before I left to come here. Windham
Shortly after his launch into eternity, Bonepenney's room at the inn is rifled by a maiden fair whose name I dare not utter aloud but who now sits demurely before me ...
here you are in Bath, andBath-- Jane Austen
I'd seen more cops in the last few days than on a weekend LAW and ORDER marathon - Paigne Winterbourne
There were fairies at Cottingley
team had joined the FOB at Hastings: a small village outside Freetown, a location chosen to maintain a low
the wizard prison,
Bergen, and Oldfield. The
Can it be the old devil's house? I've heard he has a house in North London.
Edinburgh House. He had heard that in its industrial heyday, Corby had had
the Isle of Wight, with occasional visits to
Abandoned mill that
Julian of Norwich,
Romney Marsh remains one of the last great wildernesses of south-east England. Flat as a desert, and at times just as daunting, it is an odd, occasionally eerie wetland straddling the coastal borders of Kent and Sussex, rich in birds, local folklore and solitary medieval churches.
and Derry (give me a minute, give me a minute), but there's not much to compare with the British Museum,
Upon moving to Cornwall in 1991, I became bewitched by its enchanting timeless beauty, which captured my heart and holds me still. Brooding and mysterious, the south-eastern edge of Bodmin Moor provided the wild backdrop against which the introduction to my magical training and love of nature began.
Fairway: a narrow strip of mown grass that separates two groups of golfers looking for lost balls in the rough.
choose to introduce the granddaughter of the late of Sir Harold Fortescue's groundskeeper to Society.
I live in a market town in a mill house with the river running both sides and Somerfield's car park only a loose nine iron away, and I really, really, really love it.
When I moved to Brighton from London in 1995, I was struck by what I thought of as its townliness. A town, it seemed to me, was that perfect place to live, neither city nor country, both of which like to think they are light years apart but actually have a great deal in common.
Manchester has a certain reputation of being cool.
In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A
. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.
I've just purchased a property, Edward, close to yours in
Inhabited by those who died in wickness,
The Norfolk landscape sends a shiver through my soul ...
The first thing to do,' said Psmith, 'is to ascertain that such a place as Clapham Common really exists. One has heard of it, of course, but has its existence ever been proved? I think not.
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
THE ADVENTURE OF THE ABBEY GRANGE
My sisters and I cannot spend any substantial time searching for Wickham, as we are each commanded by His Majesty to defend Hertfordshire from all enemies until such time as we are dead, rendered lame, or married.
I used to live in Pillgwenlly, and there was this old Italian pizzeria that used to be there with a really amazing character who ran it.
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
I was thinking of Cambridge, and then I got a bit homesick for a minute, 'cause I never been this far away from home before. But the I remember you're here, and now I'm not homesick no more.
Avery fine city; the four principal streets are the fairest for breadth, and the finest built that I have ever seen in one city together? In a word,'tis the cleanest and beautifullest, and best built city in Britain, London excepted.
When I die, don't bring me to the hospital. Bring me to Anfield. I was born there and will die there.
A pub can be a magical place.
Whenever I go to England, I'm on pilgrimage. I walk the countryside around Eastbourne because that's where Sherlock Holmes retired.
Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.
Somerset is where I call home, and where I feel most myself.
I am the Earl of Ravensmoor. And you are? (Sparhawk) Totally freaking out. (Taryn) Tis a most peculiar name, milady. Are you by chance Welsh? (Sparhawk)
I'm now the Lord of the Brighton Manor.
Southly thru shrubby heath we tromped now till we got to wideway. Wideway I'd heard o' from storymen an' here it was, an open, long, flat o' roadstone. SAplin's'n'bush was musclin' up but wondersome'n'wild was that windy space.
Street towards Covent Garden. There was
What is your name?" asked Lear.
Caius," said Kent.
And whence do you hail?"
From Bonking, sire."
Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn ... spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end ... earth scents and the sky winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul.
There is a park that is known 4 the face it attracts colorful people whose hair On 1 side is swept back The smile on their faces It speaks of profound inner peace Ask where they're going They'll tell U nowhere They've taken a lifetime lease On Paisley Park.
I'm from Southampton.
Into the center - Queen's Square. This is the heart of Wolverhampton's youth scene - our Left Bank, our Haight-Ashbury, our Soho. To the right, five skaters. To the left, three goths, sitting around the Man On 'Is 'Oss - a statue of a man, on his horse.
Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer's queen.
Angleterre Hotel,
Like Thomas Hardy with his Casterbridge, my own fictional Pennington is based on a well-known English county town, which I embellish with buildings, parks, and houses from my imagination.
He is as much a part of the Derby tradition as the Twin Spires themselves
A letter today from a Mrs Gladys Freeman, 45 Sebastopol Terrace, Blackpool. 'Sir, reference the room you had here during the party conference season. Well, we know what it is. We know who done it. But for heaven's sake tell us where it is!
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
What I have always liked about Brighton is its impersonality. Since the 18th century, people have come, used the place and gone home again.
Starting off from Cranchester. All later events seem to have been wiped
Few areas which are not publicly owned can boast as many footpaths as the Cuckmere Valley. For a short walk, a footbridge across the river leads back to the little hamlet of Milton Street, where another classic local pub, the Sussex Ox, provides an admirable lunch.
I grew up in a place called Malahide, which is by the water and is beautifully quiet, leafy, and part serene.
Exmoor and Dartmoor are sacred, magical places. You find a truer side of yourself there.
This city has two great teams - Liverpool and Liverpool reserves.
Manicured grounds of well-hidden mansions. At any other time Doug would have been slowing the car, peering through the trees, on the lookout for interesting old architecture. Because Douglas Llewellyn was an architect, the senior partner
St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
house at Otowi Bridge.
The marvelous maturity of London! I would rather be dead in this town than preening my feathers in heaven.
London November 1912 Heather Farm Grasmere Westmorland Dear Tilly, I hope you and your sister
They crested a rise, and there it was, in the hollow between rolling hills - a low, square building, ghostly gray in the moonlight.
"Is that it?" asked Hamilton.
"It probably isn't the local opera house," groaned Ian.
Mooreland is a long way to go to not to be anywhere when you get there.
As a Midlander and a big walker, I'd always loved ridge and furrow fields, the plough-marked land as it was when it was enclosed. It is the landscape giving you a story of lives that ended with the arrival of sheep.
I was born Pauline Matthews and grew up in Bradford as one of three children - I had an older brother, David, and an older sister, Betty. My father Fred worked in the mills as a textile weaving supervisor, and my mother, Mary, was a housewife.
London was littered with social clubs and houses of chance, but Malfeasance was not just any gaming hell. It was located in the most notorious part of London and, Graydon had heard, was run by a pariah Djinn named Malphas.
paradise for people who look as if they have just stepped out of a Barbour catalogue.
THE ADVENTURE OF WISTERIA LODGE
Tottenham Court Road, and he left a tidy business
I enjoy travelling the world, but nowhere beats Walsall.
What did Fairweller say? When you delivered the note?"
"Oh," said Clover, calming a little. "Well ... nothing, actually. I sort of ... accidentally ... tore it to pieces."
"Accidentally," Azalea echoed.
"And threw it into the fire," said Clover.
"Oh.
go-go hall on my way home from school.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
Leeds is a great club and it's been my home for years, even though I live in Middlesborough.
There are few places in England where you can get so much wildness and desolation of sea and sandhills, wood, green marsh and grey saltings as at Wells in Norfolk.
I love Sutton House in Clapton, a beautiful example of Tudor architecture.
I fell in love with Dorset and ended up living there for a while.
I like English parks.
Well the seaport, all seaports in Britain whether it's Glasgow or Newcastle or ... or Liverpool, any of the seaports, I've got this kind of knock about, beggar and the Lord will provide feeling about it.
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
The Merseyside derby games are unique in the city.
I spent most of my youth in Manchester, in clubs and football grounds and the Manchester Apollo.
I live in east London, but I'm not cool.
At the beginning of my acting career, I worked for two seasons at the RSC and spent a lot of time in the Cotswolds exploring Shakespeare's countryside. It's my kind of English landscape, with its tiny villages and one-room thatched pubs.
I do believe that his given name is something odd. Peregrine, Penrose- Piers, that's it."
"He sounds like a dock." Lord Sundron put in.
"Mrs. Hutchins called me a light frigate this morning," Linnet said "a dock might be just the thing for me.
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
Bray is where I live; it's a seaside resort. It's a nice place to walk up there and stuff, on the coast. There's crosses along on top of it.
Don't deny me what's mine, Brighton.