britain-land-of-hope-and-glory: Cornwall, England
enchantedengland: This is Boscastle Harbour, a village and fishing port on Cornwall’s northern coast, 5 miles (8 km) north-east of Tintagel. Boscastle. The village is a popular tourist destination, where attractions such as the Museum of Witchcraft and the Boscastle pottery shop await, along with access to the South West Coast Path.
I want to go to there.
You need to see London at night, particularly the theaters. But not just the night life. London itself looks best in the dark. It’s a pretty safe city, and you can walk in most places after sunset. It has a sedate and ghostly beauty. In the crepuscular kindness, you can see not just how she is, but how she once was, the layers of lives that have been lived here. Somebody with nothing better to do worked out that for every one of us living today, there are 15 ghosts. In most places you don’t notice them, but in London you do. The dead and the fictional ghosts of Sherlock Holmes and Falstaff, Oliver Twist, Wendy and the Lost Boys, all the kindly, garrulous ghosts that accompany you in the night. The river runs like dark silk through the heart of the city, and the bridges dance with light. There are corners of silence in the revelry of the West End and Soho, and in the inky shadows foxes and owls patrol Hyde Park, which is still illuminated by gaslight.
“To this day, I remain impressed by the ability of Britons of all ages and social backgrounds to get genuinely excited by the prospect of a hot beverage.”
Ongoing petition since I first read IN A SUNBURNED COUNTRY to adopt Bill Bryson as my grandpa or awesome uncle.