I will no-doubt be shot down in flames for this…but apart from Yorkshire and Cornwall I don’t think there’s widespread or significant “county pride” in England. I was brought up in Surrey and this led to a very vague alliance to the cricket club, but that’s about it.
I liked the old, pre-1974 county of Flintshire because it was in TWO parts.
There was the main bit along the north-east coast of Wales, and then there was an exclavey bit, beyond Wrexham on the other side of the River Dee. Excellent.
You will be delighted to know there were three parts. As well as the large enclave known as Maelor Saesneg (that’s the same root as sassenach BTW) there was the single parish of Marford with Hoseley. I love this kind of stuff.
Cornwall and Yorkshire may top the league, but plenty of people elsewhere have a degree of pride in their county. That was certainly the case in Shropshire, where I grew up, Gloucestershire, where my family came from, and Dorset, where I lived for some years.
Bumped into my jazz drummer friend Rick at the vegan café gig I go to (pretty much) every Thursday. He wasn’t there playing, but to meet up with his guitarist business partner Pete, who was down from Oxford.
In the first sentence of our conversation he mentioned he’d come there on his bike.
It’s an easy cycle from East Finchley to Wood Green, apparently. Pretty much flat all the way.
It’s a bit of a familiar theme – vegans always tell you they are vegans, as if that’s all they talk about. Musing on it now, could it be that, diet being an invisible part of who we are, yet essential for life, it’s something that inevitably comes up?
Funny how two of the people replying have names reflecting the County that they come from or a place in the county they come from.
Never really spent enough time in Norfolk to comment much about it but I hope my football team take 3 points from Norwich at the weekend.
Love it. Titchwell RSPB, gorgeous beaches, Wherries ales, top fish, Burnham Market …. But do note an emerging suggestion of Reformist tendencies, and Andrew Mountbatten sulking in the vicinity….
Whatever the intent of the OP I don’t think pride in where you came from or where you are is a British trait. More likely to mock it, hence Crap Towns etc.
Here in Spain though, from Valladolid to Valencia and from Oviedo to Orozco you’ll be told that it’s the best place to live bar none. To be fair there often hasn’t been that much experience of other places for comparison.
But the obsession with the ‘Pueblo’ – where you were born maybe, or the true rural roots of your family – is something else. While you’re unlikely to live there any more (no jobs) the memories of ildyllic childhood summer holidays spent there are sepia printed for eternity and thus repeated every summer on your kids and grandkids with a month in the family home (not worth selling or impossible to sell so still in the family), briefly bringing the dying village back to life.
As someone who was born in Islamabad, and then lived in a further three countries and two boarding schools before adopting my pueblo around the age of 18, a place where I’ve spent maybe 1/10th of my life, I find the Spanish model quite appealing. I’ve come to find my partner’s fairly nondescript village around 50km from Madrid and the home she was born in in 1967 and now owns outright pretty much my favourite place (as she does). It will never be the ‘best’ at anything though, it’s just home.
There is a mixture of local pride and disdain whereby locals can slag off their town, but woe betide anyone else who dares do it. At the same time they will take some perfectly ordinary attribute, let’s say common sense or a sense of humour, and declare that it is particular to their area and no other.
“Here in Spain though, from Valladolid to Valencia and from Oviedo to Orozco you’ll be told that it’s the best place to live bar none. To be fair there often hasn’t been that much experience of other places for comparison.”
Exactly the same in Italy, Guiri. I will never understand why such boastful pride doesn’t manifest itself in any noticable civic pride with regard to intolerance of litter.
I was raised in the far north end of Surrey, the bit just north of the Thames, which residents and County Councillors in the more leafy and much more affluent bits like Reigate and Godalming always tend to either forget about completely or go “oh gosh yes…better build the waste burner up that end and call it an Eco Park in the vain hope of pulling the wool over the plebs eyes.” Which partly explains why many of us up this end would much rather be absorbed into one of the neighboring London Boroughs, where our very different needs and requirements would be far better met. We are prone to going on at some length about why we are technically “Middlesex” but I’ll spare you all that.
I’m in that triangular between the A1, A14 and A428. Are we in Cambridge, South Cambridgeshire or Huntingdonshire? My address, postcode and phone number suggest all three.
The bins are emptied by SCDC, so I’m going with that.
But it will be part of Essex following devolution next year, though the mayor won’t be elected until the same time as Local Government Reorganisation happens in 2028, at which point the 12 current Essex County Council areas and the two unitaries (Southend and Thurrock) will become 3, or maybe 5, just possibly 4, new unitary authorities. It’s all going very well, isn’t it?
My great uncle (I think – married to my grandfather’s half-sister) was Mayor of Southend. He oversaw the destruction of the beautiful Victoria and Talza arcades in the town centre, to be replaced with the hideous brutalist concrete shopping centre. Never forgave him.
I doubt anyone would deny that Southend is in Essex but as a unitary authority it is only part of greater, or ceremonial, Essex. It does not fall under the aegis of Essex County Council but will return to the fold under devolution (if everything proceeds, which isn’t exactly nailed no with the current government). Under the different proposals it will form part of a new unitary authority with Rochford and Castle Point if there are 5 unitaries, Rochford, Castle Point, Basildon and Thurrock if there are 3 (which I think is most likely), or Castle Point, Basildon and Thurrock if there are 4 (which only Rochford proposes. I wonder what they have against being partnered with Southend?).
I’ve heard that people in Romford and Ilford often claim to be in Essex, despite being part of Greater London for 60 years. Oddly enough I’ve never heard anyone in actual Essex, where I have lived for almost 30 of those years, claim Romford and Ilford as our own.
Oxford and Cambridge Universities used to be their own parliamentary constituencies with the right to elect their own MPs. This wasn’t abolished until 1948!
I salute from the window of the back bedroom every time you pass by, Fred, even though I’m a long way from the A47.
If I went to work in the actual office (3rd floor of 4, which overlooks the A14 where the services used to be), and you took the A14, I could actually wave.
I’m crazy me. Sometimes I go down the A1 , turn off at Newark and trundle along the (soul destroying…Fraü Freddy’s words) A17 and onto the aforementioned A47. Other times it’s the M6 and then the East Coast Super Freeway. Fittingly, it’s a bit dull but I will keep an eye out for you next time I’m heading that way.
We spent last Friday/Saturday in Norwich. We pottered around some shops, went to a comedy show at the Playhouse and had a huge Premier Inn breakfast before a film then home. The pubs were packed for the start of half term (we didn’t even try to get into Be At One for cocktails before the show), but overall it was fine. The highlight was the Norwich Odeon, where it was a tenner a ticket for wonderfully comfortable reclining seats. More tempting insights from the Norfolk Tourist Board coming soon. Possibly.
The “proud grimesthorpe” ( or wherever) thing rather loses me. It’s arbitrary where you are born, and we all like familiarity. I was raised on the mean streets of Hove, in the Aldrington/ Portland Road ‘ends’, but try not to view anyone from outside this a “soft southerner”.
Arf!
(I was born in Hove but raised in Lewes, schooled in Eastbourne, so a Sussex South Downer, well familiar with the coastal blur between Worthing and Seaford, and all in between. )
I’ve been to Norfolk. Very nice it is too. But if there is to be a competition for best county (and there probably shouldn’t) then it’s not going to win.
Cornwall, Yorkshire, Cumbria, Devon and Somerset all have particularly stunning countryside.
Kent, Hampshire, Surrey and Hertfordshire offer beautiful countryside and proximity to that London.
Berkshire is royally appointed don’tcha know?
I suspect the best county in England is either the one you were born in, the one you have moved to or the one you have booked your holiday in. It’s as subjective as the best sandwich (a reuben on rye btw).
Spot on with the best sandwich option.
Berkshire may be Royally appointed, but also has the M4 running smack through the middle of it.
Me? Proud to say I’m a Berk
Hertfordshire is unfortunately slashed to bits by motorways and big A roads. It’s too near London so incredibly expensive, roads are clogged and falling to pieces as the council doesn’t fix the plot holes. Other than that it’s lovely.
I’m in Devon and there’s a reasonable amount of county pride here. We have our own flag (not the limp, damp, Chinese-made union jacks hung up on lamposts by the proto-fascists). And the countryside is gorgeous.
When I was a kid living in London we used to go down to Seaford in Sussex for our summer holidays and there was a distinct Sussex identity, accent etc. Nothing like that now. Everyone speaks with the same London/South East accent and the clothes, cinema etc are no longer endearingly a year behind the times. I guess the same is true of all the counties close of London and maybe the same homogenisation applies to counties close to other urban centres like Birmingham and Manchester.
Yeah, when I went to university in Reading in the late ’80s, the local pensioners on the bus sounded like the Wurzels. Nowadays it is just a commuter town in London’s orbit, as is Cambridge (to a degree).
Nearly 40 years ago you could find what most people would think of as East Anglian accents just outside of Bedford. I rarely hear any in Cambridge, even though I work in a shop with premdominantly working class ( or modern equivlent) customers, When I do they are usually on a day trip from Downham Market or some such.
As a transplant to the West Mids since 1981, working in Brum and living in Shirley until about 20 years ago, moving up to lovely Lich where I remain, I can concur. I was always bemused by the array of accents in the Archers, given the nominal closeness to B’ham. Oi’ve never ‘erd folk speak loike Eddie Grundy.
Me, I speak more like a cross between Nigel Pargetter and Nelson Gabriel did.
Listen to the Copper Family for your authentic Sussex accent.
My father’s side of the family came from around Grays/Stamford-le-Hope/Fobbing/Corringham. When I was a kid I had a lot of relatives round there (my grandmother was one of 18 children) and they had a very clearly defined Essex accent. I’ve tried to find an example on YT, but it’s all TOWIE shit now.
North Norfolk also contains one of the best, and one of the cheapest, record shops in the country. They are not the same shop, nor even in the same town.
Well, it certainly isn’t the cheapest but it might be the best.
The cheap one is, as Lodey predicted, in Cromer. A fairly small selection at charity shop prices, but without any James Last in the racks. I haven’t been since last November, so I hope it hasn’t just gone – I told him I’d be back in March.
I am happy to report that Another Planet in Cromer is still open. I went yesterday and have to go back later this morning because I left a bag of 12” singles there by mistake.
Lived in Norfolk for nigh on thirty years. Whilst no denying its beauty (especially the north coast) and Norwich has a good shout for “Best UK City To Live”, there are indeed many folks one can only describe as “rum”. When I first lived there the only person of colour you saw attended UEA, the BNP had its biggest membership outside London and if you stuck a blue rosette on a pig it would still get voted in as MP.
Don’t get me Wrong, it’s a great county (possibly not the best, whatever ‘best’ means) and there’s a fair chance I’ll end my days there (we’re saving up for a small flat in Burnham Market, only another million squid to go) but it’s not all big skies and Brancaster oysters….
I was in the George & Dragon pub in Cley some years ago and someone asked the barman for directions to Stiffkey, which prompted an outpouring of double entendres worthy of Sid James at his finest. “Stiffkey eh? Stiff – key, know what I mean, eh, eh, eh? Stiff, eh? Stiff…..ha! ha! ha!” How we all laughed.
Other than that, Cley does indeed have the world’s best corner shop, where pork pies go to die.
30 years ago, my Future Best Man was driving up from Camberley to join me for a weekend in Edale. He got lost somewhere in the Peaks and pulled into a pub to ask for directions.
“I’m trying to get to Edale. I have to go through Hope.”
There’s a long tradition of bawdy talk around there. Anyone who isn’t familiar with the Rector of Stiffkey is directed towards his Wiki page. He was quite the character https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Davidson
John Hadfield’s novel ‘Love on a Branch Line’ set in Suffolk has an Earl obsessed with fallen women, and the annual fete for their benefit. I wonder whether Hadfield was inspired by him?
Having an interest in aviation and military history, I ‘knew’ Stiffkey from the Stiffkey Sight, which was developed at the gunnery school there, and was added to certain anti-aircraft guns to cope with fast low-flying targets. The little museum at Langham – on the former airfield – is housed within one of the very few surviving gunnery training domes, and is well worth a visit.
I was born just into Devon, but my family comes from over the river, so temperamentally I’m with Mebyon Kernow.
Having said that, since Covid we go to a pal’s cottage in Suffolk most years for our summer break, and very nice it is there too. I’m afraid that Norfolk has yet to tempt us north any distance.
I have made a couple of visits to Norfolk over the past few years.
My impressions? well, the bits I went to were flat, featureless, and generally felt like going back in time 20 years.
Maybe I just didn’t go to the right area, but I found it uninspiring.
Must give it another go …
The north coast has some crinkly bits. Around Stiffkey, it reminds me of Wiltshire; chalk underneath, soft valleys. The saltmarsh between there and Wells is lovely, and the beaches between there and Burnham Overy Staithe epic. I live in rural Somerset on one of the very flat bits, and I wouldn’t like to judge whose skies are biggest; ours or North Norfolk’s.
I spent a couple of weeks on the north coast of Norfolk once, and the skies were indeed huge. But I would submit that the skies off Foulness Island at the mouth of the Thames are yuuger.
I live in Wymondham, which is perched on the edge of Norwich, and for an Afterworder there is no better place like it.
Norwich has Burning Shed, Circular Sounds, Soundclash, Out Of Time, Press To Play, Beatniks, Venus Vinyl, Plastic Dreams and an HMV.
As others have mentioned the glorious Norfolk coastline is less than an hour away, so basically that’s it, my moving days are over.
It’s time for me to point out that I’m a Yorkshireman who has lived in Norfolk for the past 23 years, I love it and would never dream of moving back oop north. I live very close to Stiffkey and apparently it’s pronounced “Stooky” but despite being assured that is the case I’ve never actually heard anyone call it that. Farrow & Ball have a paint colour called Stiffkey Blue named after the colour of both the mud and cockles found on the shore there.
This is covered in The Rest is History podcast about the Rector of Stiffkey whom I mention above. According to Holland and Sandbrook the village is pronounced as it is spelled, but there is a local cockle called a Stiffkey (pronounced Stooky) Blue, which is presumably where F&B got the name from.
Stray into Scotland and you have treats like Kirkcudbright (KirCOObry) and Milngavie (Mullguy). I remember a presenter on Radio 3 pronouncing the latter one as it is spelt and spending the rest of the programme apologising in reply to outraged texts he received. When my family moved from Glasgow to North Wales we spent a short time in a rented house on an estate called Acrefair. We thought the name very English for somewhere in Wales until we learned that it used the Welsh pronunciation (AkrehVYer).
Been there many, many times. As a newcomer I’d been told many, many times by non-villagers it was Stooky. Not a lot of true locals left these days but any time I asked one of them to pronounce the name they said Stiffkey.
Montreal? Had one a couple of weeks ago for $6, just over 3 quid. That was a particularly reasonable price though $10 seems to be becoming the norm over here.
120 posts before mine and still no Suffolk AWer has taken the bait.
I lived in Suffolk for a long time but I liked Norwich despite my first visit back in 99 confirming my suspicions:
We suggested picking someone up from Norwich station to save a transfer as it was a long cross country journey already, not realising that the 60 mile journey would end up taking 2 1/2 hours (pre satnav and the journey was in the dark). Anyway I was dying for the loo, they’ve been done up since but the toilets were gross, big room with a long row of urinals and a floor that was soaking wet and had various puddles to navigate.
I’m the only person in there, mid wee, and this bloke comes in, chooses the urinal next to me and says “mind me sandwiches”. When I finished, I looked around and right behind my feet on the soaking wet floor was a brown paper bag.
It was a while before I went back.
I’ve been to Norfolk only once. To the beating heart of Norfolk Police HQ for work reasons. So it was an early train and a day in a meeting room on-site. I could have been anywhere else in the country. Though I wasn’t offended by the view from the train there and back.
I’ve been posting here for years and regularly pipe up with where I’m from. Which doesn’t oblige anyone to have read or remembered. Northumberland for me. Just. If you’ve flown into Newcastle Airport and driven out, turn left and you end up in the Toon, turn right and you immediately see the ‘Welcome to Northumberland’ sign, Continue down that road for a few minutes and you’ll be driving through The Place Of My Birth and First Twenty Three Years Of My Life.
After a series of ridiculous Terry Fuckwitt-level work and life decisions I’m now resident in the Royal Borough of Windsor and Maidenhead.
The Master Plan is to eventually form a pincer movement from Berkshire and take by force either Hexham or Morpeth as and when the Home Counties born offspring finishes their university edumercation.
I’m resolutely not from Darras Hall though. Proudly from the village itself. Product of a cooncil hoose. Most of my school pals were from the glittering palaces of Darras so I knew it very well. I met up with one of my oldest friends from there about 10 years ago. Despite just having dealt with a relationship break up and a redundancy he was amused enough to tell me he’d moved back in temporarily with his folks, into his old bedroom. Where we’d played Rory Gallagher records over and over. Bloody huge bedroom it was. He was alright.
April is the cruelest month in Norfolk as the wind comes straight from Siberia. Apart from that Norfolk is mostly mild and is one of the UK’s driest counties. That was before Climate Change of course ….
Do counties properly exist any more? Aren’t they now just defined areas for local political governance? When I was growing up Liverpool and Manchester were both in Lancashire. Now they are both kind of their own counties, Merseyside and Greater Manchester. But Lancashire cricket team plays most of their matches in Manchester, they used to play the odd one in Liverpool too, maybe they still do. Do they play any in Lancaster?
I lived in Lancaster for several years and was only dimly aware of there being a cricket club. I’ve just checked and it’s there but rather out of the way, towards The Marsh if you know the town.
I know it reasonably well. I used to go to Lancaster every summer when I was a kid. Never saw a cricket match there but we were actually in Torrisholme most of the time
Have you spent significant time in every English county to verify this?
Are those 4 statements (one open to debate, one we’ll take your word for, one relative and one that is undeniably true) related?
The County that elected liz truss hmm
Essex is larger.
Size isn’t everything (so I’m told / re-assured)
I will no-doubt be shot down in flames for this…but apart from Yorkshire and Cornwall I don’t think there’s widespread or significant “county pride” in England. I was brought up in Surrey and this led to a very vague alliance to the cricket club, but that’s about it.
I’m from Monmouthshire, no I mean Gwent, oh no it’s Blaenau Gwent. They keep changing it!
I’m from Flintshire which was Clwyd for a bit before regenerating back into Flintshire. Mostly I’m just Welsh…and confused…and wet.
I liked the old, pre-1974 county of Flintshire because it was in TWO parts.
There was the main bit along the north-east coast of Wales, and then there was an exclavey bit, beyond Wrexham on the other side of the River Dee. Excellent.
You will be delighted to know there were three parts. As well as the large enclave known as Maelor Saesneg (that’s the same root as sassenach BTW) there was the single parish of Marford with Hoseley. I love this kind of stuff.
Three parts! I thank you for that information, Mr Cat. Quite amazing.
Flintshire was clearly the Baarle-Hertog of Wales. Sort of.
And now you know why I’m confused. It’s just easier to be Cymraeg which is derived from the Brythonic word Combrogi meaning compatriot.
Only one Afterworder feels sufficiently strongly about his home county to shout about it.
NfN?
No one shouts about coming from Cheshire.
I’m from Essex, in case you couldn’t tell…
Cornwall and Yorkshire may top the league, but plenty of people elsewhere have a degree of pride in their county. That was certainly the case in Shropshire, where I grew up, Gloucestershire, where my family came from, and Dorset, where I lived for some years.
I’ve always liked Surrey’s tribute to Claudia Winkelman
I’m sorry @hubert-rawlinson you’re going to have to explain that one to me…
Feeble attempt at humour from the song “Surrey with a Fringe on Top” always had me confused.
Apologies.
Doesn’t the song refer to the horse-drawn carriage with a ‘fringed ‘ canopy (tassles)?
It does, it just confused me in my younger days as I’d never heard of a carriage called a Surrey.
“How do you know when someone you meet is from Yorkshire?”
“Don’t worry, they’ll tell you.”
(I’m a proud Cornishman btw)
See also: vegans
And wild swimmers.
And Arsenal fans.
And rescue dog owners.
And Crossfit
Well, as someone who makes my own sourdough bread I find all of those people unbearable.
Have I ever mentioned that I do Parkrun?
Bumped into my jazz drummer friend Rick at the vegan café gig I go to (pretty much) every Thursday. He wasn’t there playing, but to meet up with his guitarist business partner Pete, who was down from Oxford.
In the first sentence of our conversation he mentioned he’d come there on his bike.
It’s an easy cycle from East Finchley to Wood Green, apparently. Pretty much flat all the way.
It’s a bit of a familiar theme – vegans always tell you they are vegans, as if that’s all they talk about. Musing on it now, could it be that, diet being an invisible part of who we are, yet essential for life, it’s something that inevitably comes up?
It’s in case you might inadvertently offer them a sausage.
On a more serious note, I frequently go to gigs in a place incorporating a vegan café. Not once has anyone mentioned veganism to me.
Funny how two of the people replying have names reflecting the County that they come from or a place in the county they come from.
Never really spent enough time in Norfolk to comment much about it but I hope my football team take 3 points from Norwich at the weekend.
Love it. Titchwell RSPB, gorgeous beaches, Wherries ales, top fish, Burnham Market …. But do note an emerging suggestion of Reformist tendencies, and Andrew Mountbatten sulking in the vicinity….
@vincent You make some very pertinent points there . Grew up in Norfolk, couldn’t wait to leave natch but love going back.
Have you read Rupert Lowe’s (MP for Gt Yarmouth) recent remarks on immigration and grooming gangs? Yikes.
Here you are…
https://www.restorebritain.org.uk/
Isn’t he nice?
Erm…
I used to think he was ok as Chairman of Southampton. A posho but ok. Clearly I was wrong.
Whatever the intent of the OP I don’t think pride in where you came from or where you are is a British trait. More likely to mock it, hence Crap Towns etc.
Here in Spain though, from Valladolid to Valencia and from Oviedo to Orozco you’ll be told that it’s the best place to live bar none. To be fair there often hasn’t been that much experience of other places for comparison.
But the obsession with the ‘Pueblo’ – where you were born maybe, or the true rural roots of your family – is something else. While you’re unlikely to live there any more (no jobs) the memories of ildyllic childhood summer holidays spent there are sepia printed for eternity and thus repeated every summer on your kids and grandkids with a month in the family home (not worth selling or impossible to sell so still in the family), briefly bringing the dying village back to life.
As someone who was born in Islamabad, and then lived in a further three countries and two boarding schools before adopting my pueblo around the age of 18, a place where I’ve spent maybe 1/10th of my life, I find the Spanish model quite appealing. I’ve come to find my partner’s fairly nondescript village around 50km from Madrid and the home she was born in in 1967 and now owns outright pretty much my favourite place (as she does). It will never be the ‘best’ at anything though, it’s just home.
Your partner owns a whole village? Respect due,
There is a mixture of local pride and disdain whereby locals can slag off their town, but woe betide anyone else who dares do it. At the same time they will take some perfectly ordinary attribute, let’s say common sense or a sense of humour, and declare that it is particular to their area and no other.
“Here in Spain though, from Valladolid to Valencia and from Oviedo to Orozco you’ll be told that it’s the best place to live bar none. To be fair there often hasn’t been that much experience of other places for comparison.”
Exactly the same in Italy, Guiri. I will never understand why such boastful pride doesn’t manifest itself in any noticable civic pride with regard to intolerance of litter.
I was raised in the far north end of Surrey, the bit just north of the Thames, which residents and County Councillors in the more leafy and much more affluent bits like Reigate and Godalming always tend to either forget about completely or go “oh gosh yes…better build the waste burner up that end and call it an Eco Park in the vain hope of pulling the wool over the plebs eyes.” Which partly explains why many of us up this end would much rather be absorbed into one of the neighboring London Boroughs, where our very different needs and requirements would be far better met. We are prone to going on at some length about why we are technically “Middlesex” but I’ll spare you all that.
I’m in that triangular between the A1, A14 and A428. Are we in Cambridge, South Cambridgeshire or Huntingdonshire? My address, postcode and phone number suggest all three.
The bins are emptied by SCDC, so I’m going with that.
So we’ve moved on to Buroughs now?
“Huntingdonshire is a local government district in Cambridgeshire, England.” That really helps, cheers.
Southend, having its own unitary council, is not a part of Essex County council. I’m going to call it Southendshire from now on.
But it will be part of Essex following devolution next year, though the mayor won’t be elected until the same time as Local Government Reorganisation happens in 2028, at which point the 12 current Essex County Council areas and the two unitaries (Southend and Thurrock) will become 3, or maybe 5, just possibly 4, new unitary authorities. It’s all going very well, isn’t it?
Essex devolution? Is Essex going to have its own parliament then?
Just a mayor with some powers to oversee policies in Greater Essex. If you really want to know about devolution (which is separate from LGR) you can check it out here https://www.essex.gov.uk/about-council/plans-and-strategies/our-vision-essex/devolution
Is Greater Essex actually just Essex?
My great uncle (I think – married to my grandfather’s half-sister) was Mayor of Southend. He oversaw the destruction of the beautiful Victoria and Talza arcades in the town centre, to be replaced with the hideous brutalist concrete shopping centre. Never forgave him.
I doubt anyone would deny that Southend is in Essex but as a unitary authority it is only part of greater, or ceremonial, Essex. It does not fall under the aegis of Essex County Council but will return to the fold under devolution (if everything proceeds, which isn’t exactly nailed no with the current government). Under the different proposals it will form part of a new unitary authority with Rochford and Castle Point if there are 5 unitaries, Rochford, Castle Point, Basildon and Thurrock if there are 3 (which I think is most likely), or Castle Point, Basildon and Thurrock if there are 4 (which only Rochford proposes. I wonder what they have against being partnered with Southend?).
I’ve heard that people in Romford and Ilford often claim to be in Essex, despite being part of Greater London for 60 years. Oddly enough I’ve never heard anyone in actual Essex, where I have lived for almost 30 of those years, claim Romford and Ilford as our own.
Well Rochford used to be a parliamentary constituency until 1997. Perhaps they’re still cross.
Cuddly Toy is an absolute banger though.
Oxford and Cambridge Universities used to be their own parliamentary constituencies with the right to elect their own MPs. This wasn’t abolished until 1948!
And their individual colleges still each get their own teams on Universally Challenged. Boo! Hiss! Fix! etc
I think of you @fentonsteve , every time I head back to the Motherland on the East Coast Super Freeway, I just wanted you to know that…
I salute from the window of the back bedroom every time you pass by, Fred, even though I’m a long way from the A47.
If I went to work in the actual office (3rd floor of 4, which overlooks the A14 where the services used to be), and you took the A14, I could actually wave.
I’m crazy me. Sometimes I go down the A1 , turn off at Newark and trundle along the (soul destroying…Fraü Freddy’s words) A17 and onto the aforementioned A47. Other times it’s the M6 and then the East Coast Super Freeway. Fittingly, it’s a bit dull but I will keep an eye out for you next time I’m heading that way.
I’ve never been to Norfolk. It does have a reputation for being very flat, and perhaps would be better left to the sea.
We spent last Friday/Saturday in Norwich. We pottered around some shops, went to a comedy show at the Playhouse and had a huge Premier Inn breakfast before a film then home. The pubs were packed for the start of half term (we didn’t even try to get into Be At One for cocktails before the show), but overall it was fine. The highlight was the Norwich Odeon, where it was a tenner a ticket for wonderfully comfortable reclining seats. More tempting insights from the Norfolk Tourist Board coming soon. Possibly.
I hope so, otherwise I can’t have been trying.
I’ve given up hope for Lent.
That’s already happening in Hemsby
I’ve been to Norfolk but Ive never been to me
The “proud grimesthorpe” ( or wherever) thing rather loses me. It’s arbitrary where you are born, and we all like familiarity. I was raised on the mean streets of Hove, in the Aldrington/ Portland Road ‘ends’, but try not to view anyone from outside this a “soft southerner”.
You were raised in Portslade then?
Arf!
(I was born in Hove but raised in Lewes, schooled in Eastbourne, so a Sussex South Downer, well familiar with the coastal blur between Worthing and Seaford, and all in between. )
Many of my best friends were ….
I’ve been to Norfolk. Very nice it is too. But if there is to be a competition for best county (and there probably shouldn’t) then it’s not going to win.
Cornwall, Yorkshire, Cumbria, Devon and Somerset all have particularly stunning countryside.
Kent, Hampshire, Surrey and Hertfordshire offer beautiful countryside and proximity to that London.
Berkshire is royally appointed don’tcha know?
I suspect the best county in England is either the one you were born in, the one you have moved to or the one you have booked your holiday in. It’s as subjective as the best sandwich (a reuben on rye btw).
Spot on with the best sandwich option.
Berkshire may be Royally appointed, but also has the M4 running smack through the middle of it.
Me? Proud to say I’m a Berk
Hertfordshire is unfortunately slashed to bits by motorways and big A roads. It’s too near London so incredibly expensive, roads are clogged and falling to pieces as the council doesn’t fix the plot holes. Other than that it’s lovely.
Lived very close many many years ago, I was in Enfield but an occasional trip to the odd nice country pub if somebody around had a vehicle (I didn’t)
The people responsible for Midsomer Murders don’t fix the plot holes either.
How did you manage to post that?!
Flickr? Works for me.
Rutland is huge compared with Clackmannanshire.
Passed through it today en-route to hmp Peterborough (work, not detention).
“Stunning countryside” – can I mention Scotland at this juncture?
(I’ll get me kilt…)
Scotland would boss this conversation but for the fact that Norfolk was described as the best county in England.
Indeed, can’t argue with that. But I wouldn’t let it lie…
I’m in Devon and there’s a reasonable amount of county pride here. We have our own flag (not the limp, damp, Chinese-made union jacks hung up on lamposts by the proto-fascists). And the countryside is gorgeous.
When I was a kid living in London we used to go down to Seaford in Sussex for our summer holidays and there was a distinct Sussex identity, accent etc. Nothing like that now. Everyone speaks with the same London/South East accent and the clothes, cinema etc are no longer endearingly a year behind the times. I guess the same is true of all the counties close of London and maybe the same homogenisation applies to counties close to other urban centres like Birmingham and Manchester.
Yeah, when I went to university in Reading in the late ’80s, the local pensioners on the bus sounded like the Wurzels. Nowadays it is just a commuter town in London’s orbit, as is Cambridge (to a degree).
Nearly 40 years ago you could find what most people would think of as East Anglian accents just outside of Bedford. I rarely hear any in Cambridge, even though I work in a shop with premdominantly working class ( or modern equivlent) customers, When I do they are usually on a day trip from Downham Market or some such.
Nothing demonstrates national pride more than a nylon printed cross of St. George flag zip tied half way up a lampost outside of a pub on a busy road.
As a transplant to the West Mids since 1981, working in Brum and living in Shirley until about 20 years ago, moving up to lovely Lich where I remain, I can concur. I was always bemused by the array of accents in the Archers, given the nominal closeness to B’ham. Oi’ve never ‘erd folk speak loike Eddie Grundy.
Me, I speak more like a cross between Nigel Pargetter and Nelson Gabriel did.
Listen to the Copper Family for your authentic Sussex accent.
My father’s side of the family came from around Grays/Stamford-le-Hope/Fobbing/Corringham. When I was a kid I had a lot of relatives round there (my grandmother was one of 18 children) and they had a very clearly defined Essex accent. I’ve tried to find an example on YT, but it’s all TOWIE shit now.
North Norfolk also contains one of the best, and one of the cheapest, record shops in the country. They are not the same shop, nor even in the same town.
Which is the one not in Holt?
I’m betting Cromer but, as always there’s a possibility I’m Wrong, I thought it’s just gone?
Well, it certainly isn’t the cheapest but it might be the best.
The cheap one is, as Lodey predicted, in Cromer. A fairly small selection at charity shop prices, but without any James Last in the racks. I haven’t been since last November, so I hope it hasn’t just gone – I told him I’d be back in March.
A mate went the other week and he described it as “very dark”. Let’s hope they were on holiday….
He does sometimes open some funny hours, especially when he’s in the studio, away on tour, or visiting his daughter (at Manchester uni).
I turned up one Friday to be told he was off to Manchester later and was closing the shop for the weekend. They do things different in Norfolk.
I’m going to visit The Mum in a couple of weeks and will report back.
I am happy to report that Another Planet in Cromer is still open. I went yesterday and have to go back later this morning because I left a bag of 12” singles there by mistake.
Thanks! The one in Holt seemed to get more expensive between visits.
Lived in Norfolk for nigh on thirty years. Whilst no denying its beauty (especially the north coast) and Norwich has a good shout for “Best UK City To Live”, there are indeed many folks one can only describe as “rum”. When I first lived there the only person of colour you saw attended UEA, the BNP had its biggest membership outside London and if you stuck a blue rosette on a pig it would still get voted in as MP.
Don’t get me Wrong, it’s a great county (possibly not the best, whatever ‘best’ means) and there’s a fair chance I’ll end my days there (we’re saving up for a small flat in Burnham Market, only another million squid to go) but it’s not all big skies and Brancaster oysters….
Norfolk was once described by Bill Bryson as “too many people, not enough surnames”. Unfair and untrue but funny.
The Andrew formerly known as Prince is going to fit right in.
The Andrew formally known as Prince has just been arrested according to a Grauniad notification.
Yep, he has. Crikey!
‘Misconduct in public office’ apparently.
…see also Rupert Lowe’s comments up there ⬆️
One thing in Watford’s favour. It’s not Luton.
The sushi place upstairs in the market is also excellent.
Yes it is.
Positively renowned!
We’re going to Stiffkey in May. Hopefully, the Red Lion pub is as good as on previous visits.
Several walks planned, using the bus to drop us off. I expect we’ll go to Holt, Wells-next-the-Sea, Holkham, the Burnhams and the ‘Langham Dome’.
Not forgetting the pottery, smokery, secondhand bookshop and the best corner shop in the world at Cley.
That sounds very much like my preferred circuit!
I was in the George & Dragon pub in Cley some years ago and someone asked the barman for directions to Stiffkey, which prompted an outpouring of double entendres worthy of Sid James at his finest. “Stiffkey eh? Stiff – key, know what I mean, eh, eh, eh? Stiff, eh? Stiff…..ha! ha! ha!” How we all laughed.
Other than that, Cley does indeed have the world’s best corner shop, where pork pies go to die.
30 years ago, my Future Best Man was driving up from Camberley to join me for a weekend in Edale. He got lost somewhere in the Peaks and pulled into a pub to ask for directions.
“I’m trying to get to Edale. I have to go through Hope.”
“There’s no hope round ‘ere, boy.”
FBM bought him a pint.
I think I’ve been to that deli in Cley. My god it’s heavenly.
There’s a long tradition of bawdy talk around there. Anyone who isn’t familiar with the Rector of Stiffkey is directed towards his Wiki page. He was quite the character https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Davidson
John Hadfield’s novel ‘Love on a Branch Line’ set in Suffolk has an Earl obsessed with fallen women, and the annual fete for their benefit. I wonder whether Hadfield was inspired by him?
Having an interest in aviation and military history, I ‘knew’ Stiffkey from the Stiffkey Sight, which was developed at the gunnery school there, and was added to certain anti-aircraft guns to cope with fast low-flying targets. The little museum at Langham – on the former airfield – is housed within one of the very few surviving gunnery training domes, and is well worth a visit.
Norfolk ‘n chance.
I lived in Norwich, and Surrey, and Hampshire, and Leics, and Cambridgeshire, and Yorkshire.
Out of all of them, I miss Hampshire the most. Nice driving, nice countryside, and it has Winchester.
Have they got around to pedestrianising Norwich city centre yet?
I’m dead against it – people forget that traders need access to Dixons
I was born just into Devon, but my family comes from over the river, so temperamentally I’m with Mebyon Kernow.
Having said that, since Covid we go to a pal’s cottage in Suffolk most years for our summer break, and very nice it is there too. I’m afraid that Norfolk has yet to tempt us north any distance.
I have made a couple of visits to Norfolk over the past few years.
My impressions? well, the bits I went to were flat, featureless, and generally felt like going back in time 20 years.
Maybe I just didn’t go to the right area, but I found it uninspiring.
Must give it another go …
Go to Holt, Norwich and the North Coast around Cley and Brancaster and you will see wonderful things.
The north coast has some crinkly bits. Around Stiffkey, it reminds me of Wiltshire; chalk underneath, soft valleys. The saltmarsh between there and Wells is lovely, and the beaches between there and Burnham Overy Staithe epic. I live in rural Somerset on one of the very flat bits, and I wouldn’t like to judge whose skies are biggest; ours or North Norfolk’s.
I spent a couple of weeks on the north coast of Norfolk once, and the skies were indeed huge. But I would submit that the skies off Foulness Island at the mouth of the Thames are yuuger.
I’ve not been to that part of the country, but can imagine they’re big. Pretty big on the spit at Orfordness.
I live in Wymondham, which is perched on the edge of Norwich, and for an Afterworder there is no better place like it.
Norwich has Burning Shed, Circular Sounds, Soundclash, Out Of Time, Press To Play, Beatniks, Venus Vinyl, Plastic Dreams and an HMV.
As others have mentioned the glorious Norfolk coastline is less than an hour away, so basically that’s it, my moving days are over.
And, phun phact, home to podcast funnyman Adam Buxton.
And half of Sink Ya Teeth live in Wymondham.
It’s time for me to point out that I’m a Yorkshireman who has lived in Norfolk for the past 23 years, I love it and would never dream of moving back oop north. I live very close to Stiffkey and apparently it’s pronounced “Stooky” but despite being assured that is the case I’ve never actually heard anyone call it that. Farrow & Ball have a paint colour called Stiffkey Blue named after the colour of both the mud and cockles found on the shore there.
This is covered in The Rest is History podcast about the Rector of Stiffkey whom I mention above. According to Holland and Sandbrook the village is pronounced as it is spelled, but there is a local cockle called a Stiffkey (pronounced Stooky) Blue, which is presumably where F&B got the name from.
I can’t remember where I learned it ‘formally’, but in that area, it’s traditional that the middle syllable is omitted.
See: Wymondham being pronounced Windham. And Great Yarmouth “shit hole”
Frome is also tricky to pronounce…
Chedzoy in the same county is either as spelled, Ched-zee or Chid-gey. Greinton is Gren-tun.
Crewkerne in Dorset is often Crook-urn, and take your pick for Beaminster; Beh-minster or Bem-stir. Puncknowle = Punnel.
A bloke once swore to me that Six Mile Bottom near Newmarket is pronounced Seize Ma Boom.
Stray into Scotland and you have treats like Kirkcudbright (KirCOObry) and Milngavie (Mullguy). I remember a presenter on Radio 3 pronouncing the latter one as it is spelt and spending the rest of the programme apologising in reply to outraged texts he received. When my family moved from Glasgow to North Wales we spent a short time in a rented house on an estate called Acrefair. We thought the name very English for somewhere in Wales until we learned that it used the Welsh pronunciation (AkrehVYer).
Happisburgh.
Go on, give it a go. Lovely lighthouse there by the way
Indeed. Go and see it before it gets washed away.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cd9ev52ww53o
Careful now, Gatz! Straying into Scotland nor recommended on this thread!
Wot!?
I grew up down the road near Costa Gt Yarmouth and my dad definitely told me it was pronounced Stooky. And now I find it’s actually not??
Been there many, many times. As a newcomer I’d been told many, many times by non-villagers it was Stooky. Not a lot of true locals left these days but any time I asked one of them to pronounce the name they said Stiffkey.
Us Londoners don’t give a toss about counties. We live in the best city in the world.
Just wondering what a pint of beer costs these days in the Best City in the World?
Montreal? Had one a couple of weeks ago for $6, just over 3 quid. That was a particularly reasonable price though $10 seems to be becoming the norm over here.
I had a pint in London the other month, still paying off the interest on the bank loan I had to take out.
120 posts before mine and still no Suffolk AWer has taken the bait.
I lived in Suffolk for a long time but I liked Norwich despite my first visit back in 99 confirming my suspicions:
We suggested picking someone up from Norwich station to save a transfer as it was a long cross country journey already, not realising that the 60 mile journey would end up taking 2 1/2 hours (pre satnav and the journey was in the dark). Anyway I was dying for the loo, they’ve been done up since but the toilets were gross, big room with a long row of urinals and a floor that was soaking wet and had various puddles to navigate.
I’m the only person in there, mid wee, and this bloke comes in, chooses the urinal next to me and says “mind me sandwiches”. When I finished, I looked around and right behind my feet on the soaking wet floor was a brown paper bag.
It was a while before I went back.
I’ve been to Norfolk only once. To the beating heart of Norfolk Police HQ for work reasons. So it was an early train and a day in a meeting room on-site. I could have been anywhere else in the country. Though I wasn’t offended by the view from the train there and back.
I’ve been posting here for years and regularly pipe up with where I’m from. Which doesn’t oblige anyone to have read or remembered. Northumberland for me. Just. If you’ve flown into Newcastle Airport and driven out, turn left and you end up in the Toon, turn right and you immediately see the ‘Welcome to Northumberland’ sign, Continue down that road for a few minutes and you’ll be driving through The Place Of My Birth and First Twenty Three Years Of My Life.
After a series of ridiculous Terry Fuckwitt-level work and life decisions I’m now resident in the Royal Borough of Windsor and Maidenhead.
Ponteland?
Ponte is right out of the airport though , somewhere Hexham way?
The Master Plan is to eventually form a pincer movement from Berkshire and take by force either Hexham or Morpeth as and when the Home Counties born offspring finishes their university edumercation.
Won’t you be a Billy the Fish out of water after all these years @Beezer ?
I should be alright. I’ve still got ‘Keegan is Magic’ tattooed across my knackers so I should be ok at Checkpoint Charlie at Gateshead.
I’ll have to get rid of my coat though.
And the sleeves on all your T shirts
I shan’t be wearing them. Tits oot for the lads.
The very same
As the northeastern wing of my family would say: ‘Darras Hall – so posh, they’ve got indoor netties.’
Ha ha! Pleased you know it!
I’m resolutely not from Darras Hall though. Proudly from the village itself. Product of a cooncil hoose. Most of my school pals were from the glittering palaces of Darras so I knew it very well. I met up with one of my oldest friends from there about 10 years ago. Despite just having dealt with a relationship break up and a redundancy he was amused enough to tell me he’d moved back in temporarily with his folks, into his old bedroom. Where we’d played Rory Gallagher records over and over. Bloody huge bedroom it was. He was alright.
Isn’t it really cold and windy? Genuine question.
I think you’re mixing up Norfolk with Spitzbergen – an easy mistake to make.
April is the cruelest month in Norfolk as the wind comes straight from Siberia. Apart from that Norfolk is mostly mild and is one of the UK’s driest counties. That was before Climate Change of course ….
Do counties properly exist any more? Aren’t they now just defined areas for local political governance? When I was growing up Liverpool and Manchester were both in Lancashire. Now they are both kind of their own counties, Merseyside and Greater Manchester. But Lancashire cricket team plays most of their matches in Manchester, they used to play the odd one in Liverpool too, maybe they still do. Do they play any in Lancaster?
I lived in Lancaster for several years and was only dimly aware of there being a cricket club. I’ve just checked and it’s there but rather out of the way, towards The Marsh if you know the town.
I know it reasonably well. I used to go to Lancaster every summer when I was a kid. Never saw a cricket match there but we were actually in Torrisholme most of the time