A rural scene in Salisbury, Wiltshire
One of my favourite places, combining the thriving, bustling hive of activity with the laid-back atmosphere one considers homely when living away from such things as thriving, bustling hives of activity.
I live in a town called Gosport, where time travels slower than in nearby Portsmouth or Southampton; life plods on and we plod with it, time drifts by and seasons come and go as they please, and as such, we tend to grow up with a dislike of the ever-spinning kaleidoscope world of the city people.
Perhaps the root of my affinity with Salisbury, then, is that it is a place of beautiful contradictions: the zest of life proudly flourishing all around you but never insisting you stop to take notice; the ancient river flowing freely through the unchanging valleys and emerald fields to the meandering channels of the city centre, and off in whichever direction it fancies next; the oft-forgotten gift that it is to have a home from home that isn't like home.
A rural scene in Salisbury, Wiltshire
One of my favourite places, combining the thriving, bustling hive of activity with the laid-back atmosphere one considers homely when living away from such things as thriving, bustling hives of activity.
I live in a town called Gosport, where time travels slower than in nearby Portsmouth or Southampton; life plods on and we plod with it, time drifts by and seasons come and go as they please, and as such, we tend to grow up with a dislike of the ever-spinning kaleidoscope world of the city people.
Perhaps the root of my affinity with Salisbury, then, is that it is a place of beautiful contradictions: the zest of life proudly flourishing all around you but never insisting you stop to take notice; the ancient river flowing freely through the unchanging valleys and emerald fields to the meandering channels of the city centre, and off in whichever direction it fancies next; the oft-forgotten gift that it is to have a home from home that isn't like home.