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Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.
PS: Allston rules!
mountain is a general store. The men give you poles and a lunch and directions. They always
My flat in Ladbroke Grove, west London, is in the best building in the world. It's like a commune - everyone gets on - and on Friday evenings I often cook us all dinner.
Moorcroft with a small pasture
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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.
Up the well known creek
The real reason I love Bamburgh is that it's the only place in the world where I ever truly relax.
I enjoy travelling the world, but nowhere beats Walsall.
Kingsport or feel at home there. Before
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?
It's a town you come to for a short time.
Beckford is not a suicide spot. Beckford is a place to get rid of troublesome women.
Bagby Hot Springs.
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
I am, and always will be, proud to be a Hackney girl.
Hackney gets a bit of a bad rap, but it's the only place I've ever lived that felt like a community. I know my neighbours.
My best friend - her name was Helena - lived in that house. Sometimes I used to spend the night with her. But more often she came to my house, on weekends. It was more fun to be in the country.
I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.
Hymies." And "Hymietown.
I am a Norfolk man and Glory in being so.
MOUNTAINS OF CALDWELL, NEW YORK, PRESENT DAY T
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.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
The only place that's holier than St. Andrews is Westminster Abbey.
Let me just say, I've seen a pub or two.Pub-- Don Johnson
Has there ever been a visitor to Ludlow who hasn't wished they lived there?
graced lawn parties at Fernbank." Hoppy stood and applauded.
a couple of our buddies from Le Pavilion had opened restaurants in the Catskills around Shan-daken and Hunter Mountain and spoke highly of the area, so Jean-Claude and I, along with a few other friends, rented a place there to use as a weekend retreat.
It's very kind of 'Wuthering Heights' where my parents' house is, moors and deserted. It's very wild and mystic.
Somerset is where I call home, and where I feel most myself.
Years ago I had a house in Sussex, it was like Arcadia, with an old Victorian bridge, a pond and the Downs.
I wonder more and more just where I may have come out if I had never seen Harvard Square.
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
In my hometown there is a pub named after me - The Frome Flyer on Jenson Avenue. How cool is that?!
Forgive me if I never visit. I am from the fields, you know, and while quite at home with the dandelions, make a sorry figure in a drawing room.
Well, I'm not quite certain yet, young Mr. Fitzpatrick. I am considering the name Willow Hills. Or perhaps Maple Falls. What would you suggest?
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.
Greenwich is a funny word, isn't it? All green and witchy. Like soup.
Rememberatorium),
Aberdeen, a city in the northern reaches of HSBC-London. Their
I simply went down there to catch up with an old mate of mine, who owns the place. He's the one who wrote the book on the place, but no, no movie, just a beer.
Hapmshire" typo,
But I've been here in Wolverhampton for two days now and that's felt pretty eternal (though I can reveal that the Pizza Hut
Point north and vok voort.
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 grew up in Ditchling. It was an idyllic village at the foot of the South Downs. In those days, the village was full of artists and sculptors.
In lower Manhattan there is an improbable point where Waverly Place intersects Waverly Place. It was there that I met Veronica, on a snowy, windy night.
Street towards Covent Garden. There was
the wizard prison,
I'm world-famous in West Bromwich.
London, dirty little pool of life
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
The Norfolk landscape sends a shiver through my soul ...
the basement. Katz
Boarding school in Tring was a bit of a bubble that burst when I went to Hackney to go to drama school.
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.
St Michael's RC secondary sat on a promontory overlooking the town of Auchenlea. The choice of site was an indirect consequence of a past mistake in vocational guidance, leading someone who had a pathological hatred of children into town planning, rather than the more traditional field of teaching.
the middle of the guest room at the Blue Lake Historical
Anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection
I am the ghost in Harrenhal.
Colchester, Ash, my captain, staking my body with his cock like a conqueror, like a king.
How low am I, thou painted maypole? (Hermia to Helena)
Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the
In all of England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's Heaven
Cresington Lane, There's an old public toilet with an old broken
The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning.
I spent a week there one afternoon.
I grew up Windlesham in Surrey, which is a beautiful and quaint village.
Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge.
Ask whomever you will but you'll never find out where I'm lodging
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
This place looks like the last scene in Hamlet.
He settles on the Green Animals Topiary Garden in Portsmouth.
I like English parks.
Both Plockton and the Isle of Muck in north-west Scotland are incredibly beautiful. Sadly, Plockton has been discovered by tourists because it's where they shot Hamish Macbeth.
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.
here in Haven Point.
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
away from Clive.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
Remember me at Winterlong.
I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature.
It's the countryside. Perhaps this is our holiday home.
The Admiral Fell Inn? It's the only hotel nearby that's a pun; of course you headed there.
exhibition. Lake Eden.
Our Lady of Cheribim Chit-Chat.
My favourite Nice restaurant is in the market. It's open mainly for the market people, and shuts in August.
My Becca's home.
We're gonna do like Posh and Becks and call it after the place it was conceived."
"Where's that?" I asked.
"King of Prussia.
Tower of London, where they used to chop off your head if the king didn't like you.
May I have a workshop at Alver? For experiments? If I promise faithfully not to blow the house up? If you please, Cousin Alverstoke ... ?
A squat grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words, CENTRAL LONDON HATCHERY AND CONDITIONING CENTRE, and, in a shield, the World State's motto, COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY.
I met the oddest little fellow today, Alan of Trebond.
For society, of all places I have ever been, Norwich is the best.
You know Mountgerald, the big house at the end of the High Street? There's a ghost there, a workman on the house who was killed as a sacrifice for the foundation. In the eighteenth century sometime; that's really fairly recent," he added thoughtfully.
NIGHTINGALE AND I did what all good coppers do when faced with a spare moment in the middle of the day - we went looking for a pub.
I used to spend my holidays there in my grandparents' large family house, with my numerous cousins. When I die, I am going to be buried in the village cemetery.