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WindClan territory
O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!
Let any stranger find mee so pleasant a county, such good way, large heath, three such places as Norwich, Yar. and Lin. in any county of England, and I'll bee once again a vagabond to visit them.
It's very kind of 'Wuthering Heights' where my parents' house is, moors and deserted. It's very wild and mystic.
Kingsport or feel at home there. Before
Manchester, one of the greatest, if not really the greatest mere village in England.
Oklahoma
Where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain.
I was born in Glasgow. But my family is pretty much from a little town called Paisley, famous for its cotton mills and paisley pattern.
Years ago I had a house in Sussex, it was like Arcadia, with an old Victorian bridge, a pond and the Downs.
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows - the south and east oriels - are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
Yorkshire is so much part of me.
This city has two great teams - Liverpool and Liverpool reserves.
O Suburbs of Despair
where nothing but the weather ever changes!
The nearest inhabited village is about seven of your English miles to the left.
district: small,
Around Karsa Orlong, I suspect, only Karsa Orlong has his way.
I grew up in a little village in the west of Ireland.
London, thou art the flower of cities all!
ORU is a daring new concept in higher education. It was planned to be from the beginning, one that would be able and willing to innovate change in all three basic aspects of your being - the intellectual, the physical and the spiritual.
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
This here is: JESUS LAND
Edinburgh is my adopted home. It's a place where I wanted to come and live, and I managed to arrange my life so it happened.
Goldsboro, North Carolina.
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.
If I had my own Neverland it would probably be the coolest place in the world. You could do anything you want there. There would be trees everywhere.
Youngstown - the place where, you know, we were told, people got killed.
The Orkney imagination is haunted by time.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
Perhaps to the north? I hear Scotland is lovely this time of year." "Are you barmy? Scotland is wholly abysmal this time of year.
Somerset has a wonderful wildness about it - it hasn't been tamed. This is farming country, and there's a realness here - I love it.
The hinterlands. Where the criminals and the carnivals and the concatenating counterfeiters of no morals to speak of make a home.
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.
Palace of Crystal
I went to high school in the highlands of Scotland.
Lovely place, shame about the people!
Forest University
Oran is exile and Tetuan is imprisonment. And since I am happier in Tetuan than in Oran, that means I prefer jail in my native land to freedom in exile.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
I think the language as spoken in Limerick and Cork has not really been written; 'City of Bohane' is a combination of the two. Bohane is a little kingdom. When I began writing it, I realised that it was in the future and that it was a place that didn't care about anything that happened outside it.
Neverland!" CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
I lived in Camden, Primrose Hill and Kentish Town for 10 years.
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.
See anything interesting out there in the woods of King Hall?
the Isle of Wight, with occasional visits to
London November 1912 Heather Farm Grasmere Westmorland Dear Tilly, I hope you and your sister
My parents are from Manchester but I was brought up in London, Camden Town.
Bagby Hot Springs.
Oh, I was born here. There's a village a few miles south of Varinshold, so small it doesn't even have a name. You'll find my kin there.
I've got a farm in Somerset, and I think it's God's own country. I love it.
The Forest of Dean. Here we lived in one of a row of small stone cottages with trees stretching over us like children doing ghost impressions with their hands, surrounded by closed coal mines slowly getting zipped back up into the earth.
Seattle, Washington.
Hapmshire" typo,
I was born in Liverpool in England, and I lived there for the first nine years of my life.
On the Jellicoe road
O'er hill and field October's glories fade;
O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly;
The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade,
Where naked branches make a fitful shade,
And the lost blooms of Autumn withered lie.
Walla Walla is where I make wine, with Eric Dunham. He and I partnered up on a small project for me. We make pretty good cabernet and syrah.
You can't go to East Anglia and not visit Sutton Hoo. Well, you can, obviously, but you shouldn't.
That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia.
Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.
It's the countryside. Perhaps this is our holiday home.
Fenwick, sitting down to
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
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.
Oxford; where you read with your lover, drink with your tutor and sleep with your books
The town of GUILDFORD, which (taken with its environs) I, who have seen so many, many towns, think the prettiest, and, taken all together, the most agreeable and most happy-looking, that I ever saw in my life.
I know of no place where the wind can be as icy and the damp so penetrating as in Oxford round about Easter time.
Glasgow has truly become my home away from home.
I come from the Lynchs of Sligo. You know, I went there, but I looked in the phone book and there are nine million Lynches in Sligo.
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.
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.
I'm originally from a town called Ipswich. I currently live in Newburyport. It's a port city, so I'm right on a river. It's really close to New Hampshire; I can pretty much throw a rock. I like where I'm from.
Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.
It's an extraordinary thing, this tiny little province of Northern Ireland, where carnage happened. And I was part of it. I grew up in it.
Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
I was born in Oslo, Norway, but now live in the suburbs of Southwest London, right near the River Thames. It's a lovely part of the world.
I grew up in leafy suburbs in north and east Belfast, but if I had been born a mile down the road closer to the city centre, you might never heard of me.
London is yours. If you want it.
Edinburgh is a great big black bastard of a city where there are ghosts of all kinds.
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.
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
When I die, don't bring me to the hospital. Bring me to Anfield. I was born there and will die there.
Middlesbrough is the second greatest place to live in Britain! Behind Hartlepool.
The land of Ireland for the people of Ireland.
London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.
Since I moved to Blackpool, I've met a lot of great people, and if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be as successful as I was because I'm settled off the pitch.
If you were going to choose a way of making your way in this world and a place to start from, you might not choose poetry and you might not choose Huddersfield.
Somerset is the first proper country county you come to in the West, which isn't dependent on London and isn't full of commuters. Somerset is full of the most fantastically interesting people.
I was born in Bradford, a city in the north of England that God forgot about. A place where most people never leave, but if they do, they certainly never go back.
I come from the bottom of the ladder. I'm from Norwich. Not many people seem to know about it.
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.
My baby will be growing up in Liverpool, so we have another Scouser.
A harrassed and dubious childhood under the hand of a well-meaning but barbarous mother's help from County Armagh led me to think of the North of Ireland as prison and the South as a land of escape.
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.
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.
Maidstone," he says, "in Kent. But I moved