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Actually, parts of New Zealand remind me of Suffolk. There's not many flat bits, but just the atmosphere there. There's a kind of a core tranquility about it, a kind of assuredness that this is fairly close to approaching the perfect way to be.
Over the years, I've lived in a variety of places, including America, but I was born and raised in the Lake District, in Cumbria. Growing up in that rural, sodden, mountainous county has shaped my brain, perhaps even my temperament.
On the rock bound coast of New Brunswick the waves break incessantly. Every now and then comes a particularly dangerous wave that breaks viciously into the rock. It is called 'The Rage.' That's me.
I was born on Wellington Avenue and my family that remains lives in the Lake Shore Drive area.
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.
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.
Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?
A Big Wave is like a Beautiful Woman ... exciting to look at and thrilling to ride.
I have a cottage near Aldeburgh, and from there it's a sturdy two-mile walk across farmland to an empty beach, where I collect hag stones and run around with the dog. I'm a keen walker, and I love Suffolk's big skies.
on the outskirts of Johnson
Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge.
Maatsuyker, the wild island south of Tasmania where it rained most days of the year and the chickens blew into the sea during storms.
This Boston voice squeaking out its song. The yellow light goes out the window on the stubs of windy grass and black rocks. And down the wet steps by gorse stumps and rusty heather to the high water mark and diving pool. Where the seaweeds rise and fall at night in Balscaddoon Bay.
Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,
darling Westly, adored Westly, sweet perfect Westly, whisper that I have a chance to win your love. And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes.
He closed the door in her face.
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.
the Isle of Wight, with occasional visits to
somewhere in the mountains with two
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
Northern San Diego. The white stucco walls rose, interrupted by huge windows. The whole structure nearly floated off the pavement, sleek, modern, and somehow light, almost delicate. The salt-spiced wind blowing from the coast less than a mile away only strengthened the illusion. He'd
I see you have wavey hair ... its waveing goodbye!
That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia.
And Tomlinson found this in the Times right before I left to come here. Windham
A stellar, fully-realized collection of stories ... grounded, wonderfully, in the river valleys of western Maine. You come away not only understanding a place but the soul of its people.
Bluffton is growing. But we must hold on to that small-town character.
our cabin in the woods in Clare.
Ireland?" "Small wet place across the Irish Sea," Barry offered kindly. "Where they drink a lot?" Lisa said faintly. "And they never stop talking. That's the place.
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.
A pink sunset - one of the reasons I moved to the seaside in Margate.
The real reason I love Bamburgh is that it's the only place in the world where I ever truly relax.
Pound Ridge is about five miles from our country house. When you go every weekend for the last ten years without fail, well, that starts to feel like a home.
Brighton gives me the heebie-jeebies. When I'm near the seafront I can't sleep, I can't eat.
Seattle, I get a call from Ben.
Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar.
I have to remind the people who put down East Coast surfing that Kelly Slater is from Florida.
I grew up in the west of Ireland, and Galway was our local seaside resort. We'd go for one day of the year during the summer, and I have enduring memories of the sand and the sea.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
Inhabited by those who died in wickness,
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.
Washburn's an old American name, but this one was assembled overseas.
The countryside they
Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.
I'm here in the mountains, in the foothills of the Catskills.
Thomasville, North Carolina. A
Lake Taupo is on the north island of New Zealand and in the countryside. I absolutely fell in love with it.
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
When I was ten years old, my family left a cold, damp prefab in West Fife and moved to Corby, Northamptonshire, where my father quickly found work at what was then the Stewarts & Lloyds steelworks.
I was raised in New Jersey - Long Branch.
I grew up in a place called Malahide, which is by the water and is beautifully quiet, leafy, and part serene.
If she was going to live in Cow's Bowels, New York, she wanted the complete small town package. She wanted a Fourth of July parade, a country fair with an oxen pull and a pie-eating contest, and she wanted a little, homey mom-and-pop supermarket, run by Mr. Whipple himself.
And soon I'll return to the white rose of Yorkshire, where the sky bathes my soul with a watering can.
I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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.
Bellport. A podium.
StocktontoMalone
We have a cottage on the Mendocino coast.
The Norfolk landscape sends a shiver through my soul ...
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.
the coast, irregular
I'll ride the wave, where it takes me!
I was born in Riverside and spent my whole growing-up years in Florence, a little township on the Delaware River. I tell people that I'm from the West Coast of New Jersey.
This is Buffalo, New York. It's like. Scranton without the charm.
This is the Southland burr, the only distinctive regional accent in the country. It's a soft appealing noise, deriving, I presume, from the Sottish settlers, but resembling no known Scottish accent. It's simply Kiwi English with added r's.
I'm a Tennessean at heart, and a New Yorker in spirit.
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.
Years ago I had a house in Sussex, it was like Arcadia, with an old Victorian bridge, a pond and the Downs.
Thunder Point, Oregon, because
I went to high school in the highlands of Scotland.
Grew up in Stapleton House village, where blood flood the waters in the streets like oil spillage
Maidstone," he says, "in Kent. But I moved
I was a mixture of a country boy and a town boy, really. Chichester is a town on the coast of England, and I grew up all along that strip of coast that Chichester branches out into. Sometimes I was living in a house in the country, and sometimes I was living in a town.
I've been going to Bamburgh for holidays since I was a child.
When I appeared in 'Coronation Street,' I lived in Manchester and enjoyed it very much.
I will forever and always identify with Scarborough - no matter where I move.
hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the
New England: All of the Bitterness, Most of the Boating, None of the Bullshit.
Cornwall has lots of folk and Celtic music and has that kind of surfer vibe as well. That was my kind of upbringing.
Bay remembered the Waverley house full of pumpkin pie scents in the fall. There had been mountains of maple cakes with violets hidden inside, lakes of butternut soups with chrysanthemum petals floating on top.
Billy's at 44 north, 56 west and heading straight into meteorological hell.
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.
The South Downs of England reminded me a bit of my Old Virginia homeland.
Part of my childhood was spent in Sydney and part in rural New South Wales, at Armidale.
I love to be with my kid in Yorkshire. I love it there.
Vast skies in the Australian desert
waves that don't move
we slide surf glide like condors
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.
Wuthering being a significant, provincial adjective descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather.
She's my Tallahassee lassie down in FLA.
Well, let's put in this way, I grew up in West New York, New Jersey.
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
My Becca's home.
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.
Clay Blaisdell Western
When the waves are crazy, the land is prettier!
Towns can be cruel and vicious -- and sorry. In the wood, in the clearing, in the sun, we will one day find and crown her and keep her: our own witch, the witch of Wiscasset, the Blueberry Queen of Maine.
Tazburg, Mise, Divine, South Ridge. He read the names off the
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
Bellona used to be a pretty good town.
I have to go back home for a while." "Ohio?" "Omaha." "Right. Omaha. Why?
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