I lived in South London until I was 12. As you can imagine it was a bit of a culture shock to move to rural Salisbury and although you couldn’t wish for a nicer place to live my roots have remained firmly South of the Thames. The family and I paid a visit to the big City on Sunday for a bit of sightseeing and window shopping and I have to say there was still a bit of nostalgia there for me. We even visited the hallowed ground of Stamford Bridge where I pictured myself stood with my huge rosette and itchy scarf cheering the likes of Osgood on. Oh happy days, well not for Osgood although his ashes are buried under the penalty spot. Next was Harrods. I admit I am not the best at shopping but this place really is entertaining. In fact there’s not much you can’t purchase in this shoppers paradise all be it with the hugely inflated price tags to match, but then you do get the authentic green carrier bag and a very nice man to open the door for you. And did I mention the young ladies in the cosmetics department???
The day continued with more great British icons, more expense, some very tired legs and all the hustle and bustle that goes with one of the worlds most exciting city’s. And you know what? yes it was lovely to come home to the peace and quiet of Salisbury. No we haven’t got the attractions that London can offer, the variety, the culture and the nightlife but there’s something appealing about a quieter and simpler way of life – Or maybe I’m just getting old!
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