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coming to Hollyhill to visit my
Maybe Ian doesn't come from london at all, but from Idaho. And not the potato part of Idaho, but the crazy, inbred parents locking their children up in a cabin, away from schooling and vitamins, guarding 'em safe with a twelve-gauge shotgun, part of Idaho.
London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken
Aberdeen, a city in the northern reaches of HSBC-London. Their
NEW MILFORD, CONNECTICUT
Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
Charleston, West "by gods" Virginia
I'm from the Delbert Home for the Unusual.
exhibition. Lake Eden.
WESTBURY, a nasty odious rotten-borough, a really rotten place.
If I am not safe in Alton, I shall not be safe anywhere.
Alfriston is a compact village set around a rather traffic-weary High Street, mainly of old, timbered buildings. The principal sights lie to the east on the river side.
Julian of Norwich,
Youngstown - the place where, you know, we were told, people got killed.
To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.
And Tomlinson found this in the Times right before I left to come here. Windham
the Isle of Wight, with occasional visits to
In the summer of 1954, after several years in Austin, Minnesota, our family moved across the state to the small, rural town of Worthington, where my dad became regional manager for a life insurance company. To me, at age 7, Worthington seemed a perfectly splendid spot on the earth.
the wizard prison,
The world surely has not another place like Oxford; it is a despair to see such a place and ever to leave it, for it would take a lifetime and more than one to comprehend and enjoy it satisfactorily.
Palace of Crystal
Yorkshire is so much part of me.
I was born in Evanston,
town. In the back of his
Hapmshire" typo,
Mooreland is a long way to go to not to be anywhere when you get there.
amassed at Wenden and, unless they
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world ...
My Becca's home.
district: small,
Whose house is that, Constable?
Herondales." Zachariah's voice was a breath, half laughter, half pain. "I had almost forgotten. No other family does so much for love, or feels so much guilt for it. Don't carry the weight of the world on you, Jace. It's too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.
Rememberatorium),
Oxford; where you read with your lover, drink with your tutor and sleep with your books
The most I have to fear while hiking in Warwickshire and Worcestershire, the two historic British counties closest to my city home in Birmingham, is whether or not the mud awaiting me in the narrow lanes ahead is deep enough to foul my socks.
London November 1912 Heather Farm Grasmere Westmorland Dear Tilly, I hope you and your sister
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
SANE ASYLUM Ed Shank
Ilium, New York, is divided into three parts.
London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.
TORCHES NEW ENGLAND
house at Otowi Bridge.
WindClan territory
I found my destination a few miles outside Swelling: a lone, squat, brown bar called The Inn of the Line...The place looked like a dive. Maybe even a plunge. Hell, it was a drowning accident.
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.
Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the
A country of long shadows on county cricket grounds, warm beer, green suburbs, dog lovers, and old maids cycling to holy communion through the morning mist.
I should tell you that honestly, on my honour of a Nearwicked, I always think in a wordworth's of that primed favourite continental poet, Daunty, Gouty and Shopkeeper, A.G., whom the generality admoyers in this that is and that this is to come.
I'm from Southampton.
Can it be the old devil's house? I've heard he has a house in North London.
Newport, Rhode Island, that breeding place-that stud farm, so to speak-of aristocracy; aristocracy of the American type.
We're from Rockford, Illinois, but we've always thought international.
Mint-street and Kent-street--those old plague-spots that disgrace and disfigure the fair face of the Borough of Southwark--teem with blackguardism and vice; but here, too, you find that the birds who here flock are strictly of a feather. Cow-cross,
(Oxford: Clarendon
the cottage lights
Bellport. A podium.
I grew up in Birmingham, where they made useful things and made them well.
The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.
West Yorkshire is quite dramatic and beautiful, the crags and things.
Where was this taken?" Jardin recovered enough to speak. "Near Lawrenceville.
Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo
Congealed in the dark arteries,
Old veins
That hold Glamorgan's blood.
The midnight miner in the secret seams,
Limb, life, and bread.
- Rhondda Valley
The peculiar air of Oxford-the air of liberty to care for the things of the mind assured and secured by machinery which is in itself a satisfaction to sense.
Oh, to be in England, now that England's gone. This World Service, this little bakelite gateway into the world of Sidney Box, Charters and Caldecott, Mazawattee tea, Kennedy's Latin Primer and dark, glistening streets. An
Angleterre Hotel,
I am writing in one of the Keepers' Lodges to wh I have returned after stalking & where I am waiting for the Prince of Wales. Quite the best day's sport I have had in this country - 4 good stags & home early!
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.
Up the well known creek
The wind's on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill Twixt mead and hill, But kind and dear Is the old house here, And my heart is warm Midst winter's harm ...
Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
here you are in Bath, andBath-- Jane Austen
I am originally from Indiana. I know what most of you are thinking: Indiana - mafia.
The Houselands. Graveyard to the ones
who got locked out. A chill ran up London's spine. What the hell
were they doing?
It is a long way off, sir"
"From what Jane?"
"From England and from Thornfield: and _"
"Well?"
"From you, sir
I've just purchased a property, Edward, close to yours in
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge.
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.
Oxford lends sweetness to labour and dignity to leisure.
away from Clive.
My husband hailed from Dagenham; he's an Essex boy. Me myself, I come from Derry City in the northwest of Ireland, so we love to get back.
The sparkling wines from Ridgeview Estate [ ... ] are superb and will forever put to rest the notion that England is not capable of making good wine.
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
I am very fond indeed of it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday.
Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
Headquarters in the Saddle.
Clay Blaisdell Western
The Norfolk landscape sends a shiver through my soul ...
What a grand, higgledy-piggledy, sensible old place Norwich is!
That little school in the crook of the baseball glove that is Wisconsin. He'd
Aberystwyth (n.)
A nostalgic yearning which is in itself more pleasant than the thing being yearned for.
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
Years ago I had a house in Sussex, it was like Arcadia, with an old Victorian bridge, a pond and the Downs.
What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER
Massachusetts, which is hard to spell, it is hard not to