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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.
Has there ever been a visitor to Ludlow who hasn't wished they lived there?
London November 1912 Heather Farm Grasmere Westmorland Dear Tilly, I hope you and your sister
Greenwich is a funny word, isn't it? All green and witchy. Like soup.
I grew up in North Yorkshire, but now London is home.
I am, and always will be, proud to be a Hackney girl.
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.
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.
Liverpool is the pool of life, it makes to live.
Hapmshire" typo,
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
Fenwick, sitting down to
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
ah've been on t'dole all mi life in fucking Leeds!
As suburbs go, Bromley's not bad. But as David Bowie and Hanif Kureishi have observed, you do want to get out of there quickly.
There's a snap about Liverpool that just isn't there.
Smile for the camera, pretty little Sydney Tar Ponds.
I'm from Southampton.
I don't feel like a Londoner.
Tottenham Court Road, and he left a tidy business
London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.
London's like a forest ... we shall be lost in it.
I miss Brighton enormously, enormously. There is so much I miss, including rain. I miss the verdant countryside.
I knew I was in England by the smell.
What a grand, higgledy-piggledy, sensible old place Norwich is!
Liverpool will always be special for me: my daughter was born here.
Ludlow ... is probably the loveliest town in England with its hill of Georgian houses ascending from the river Teme to the great tower of the cross-shaped church, rising behind a classic market building.
London, London, London town,
You can toughen up or get thrown around.
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?
Bagby Hot Springs.
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.
London is yours. If you want it.
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.
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.
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
I love living in London.
England? England is in London right?
London darkens the map like England's bowel polyp. There is a whole country up here.
Goodbye Darcy, goodbye Jean, goodbye stone cottage, scratchy towels, fields of wildflowers; good bye gorgeous Peak District ... OK English People, for your own good, get off the roads, here we come!
I liked very much when we lived in Hampstead. We would go for walks on the Heath. I liked it better than living in the centre of town.
I don't know any Londoners 'cos I'm from Manchester.
I divide my time between all the mud and open space in Surrey and the social life and work in London, particularly Chelsea, which still has the same village feel that it had in the swinging Sixties.
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
I feel homesick for this London I left behind.
Don't deny me what's mine, Brighton.
For society, of all places I have ever been, Norwich is the best.
It is a long way off, sir"
"From what Jane?"
"From England and from Thornfield: and _"
"Well?"
"From you, sir
In the end you'll have to cede to Lord Mersey. He's too much of a peer, you understand? And a bit of a prick as well.
I'm world-famous in West Bromwich.
My husband says he wants to have the best hay field in Britain. I can't wait.
I've been going to Bicester Village since I was young. My mum and dad really loved that place, and I always used to stock up on clothes. I love the fact that it supports great British designers.
Oh yeah, I'm an Essex boy and proud of it.
I love my little flat in Spitalfields. Lots of actors live out of a suitcase, so it's nice to have a base to come back to.
Liverpool Football Club is the heartland of football folklore
I love eating at my dad's pub, the Queens Arms in Kilburn. It does a traditional Albanian spinach pie.
Suffolk has something more than the coziness of Kent and Surrey. There is a hint of wildness in its tamed beauty, and the tang of the North Sea is never far away.
In Oppley they're smart, and in Stouch they're smarmy, but Midwich folk are just plain barmy
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.
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.
London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my legs through the streets ... To walk alone through London is the greatest rest.
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.
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!
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.
Both of the Villa scorers were born in Liverpool, as was the Villa manager, who was born in Birkenhead.
When I moved back to Cumbria, one of the first things I did was locate a decent bookshop.
Sheep with a nasty side.
Can it be the old devil's house? I've heard he has a house in North London.
I am crumbling in sync with old Hackney.
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.
The fields studded with sheep.
Living in London has become incredible. I suppose it's easy to love where you live if you love what you're doing. But this is not just a visit: it's my home.
I think Liverpool generates generosity which rubs off - it's a good place to work and to party.
I know Camberwell very well: I used to go to Camberwell New Baths a lot and the cinema, which used to be the Odeon. My old school is around there too, though you've got to understand that I went to a lot of schools.
I'm really happy in Liverpool and the club feels such a family. I feel great, I have a nice house and my family have been here from the beginning so they could help me.
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.
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.
I went into a shop and I said, "Can someone sell me a kettle." The bloke said "Kenwood" I said, "Where is he?"
I don't live in London - I'm based in Norfolk and have a place in Scotland.
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,
I was brought up in a flat in North London - virtually the last building in London, because north of us was countryside all the way to the coast, and south of us was non-stop London for 20 miles.
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.
The nearest inhabited village is about seven of your English miles to the left.
I used to have a lovely Chelsea loft - then I got divorced.
WESTBURY, a nasty odious rotten-borough, a really rotten place.
As London is suddenly promoted as a super-wealth brand, the England outside London shivers beneath cutbacks, tight circumstances and economic disasters.
King Offa's dyke,
Quite definitely a Bingley
I used to have a house in London, but couldn't face 20 more years of St John's Wood in the rain.
London's where I was brought up. It's where my heart is and where I get my inspiration,
The genesis of my coat, made from fine wool, spinning backwards through the looms, onto the body of a lamb, a black sheep a bit apart from the flock, grazing on the side of a hill. A lamb opening its eyes to the clouds that resemble for a moment the woolly backs of his own kind.
I am very fond indeed of it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday.
The Monmouth Coffee Shop is the best place in London.
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.
I grew up in London. My parents and I lived in West Norwood, then we moved to Norbury, and I went to the Brit School. I'm a South London girl at heart.
I've lived a lot of my life in London, so I often feel that I am a Londoner.
What I have always liked about Brighton is its impersonality. Since the 18th century, people have come, used the place and gone home again.
Lastly, it should be noted that the nostalgia which the reading public maintains for my former Baker Street address does not exist in me. I no longer crave the bustle of London streets, nor do I miss navigating the tangled mires created by the criminally disposed.
Maidstone," he says, "in Kent. But I moved
I moved to Kentish Town from Chelsea in 1983, partly because I had a lot of friends already living in the area and because it took an hour off the journey to my house in Suffolk. It has a villagey feel, and it's still a very mixed community, which I like.