deptfordmarmoset
Full time tea drinker
- Location
- Armonmy Way
And just 40 minutes ago you were recounting the horrors, paranoias and dangers of city life. Just saying, like....
Why should I spend more time in the English Countryside?
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welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
@depfordmarmoset. I know, but that was and is real. What happened to crackle wasn't. He just scared himself. Big difference.
DiddlyDodds
Random Resident
- Location
- Littleborough
DO NOT come to the countryside , stay in your towns and leave our country lanes and fields to us
snorri
Legendary Member
- Location
- East coast, up a bit.
Yebbut we got fed up of traditional stone being sold as coal, that's why we now burn wood, oil, gas, anything but "coal".
welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
The bottom line for me is that I love living In the countryside. I like my own company. I like the quiet, and hearing the birds singing. I like the slow pace of life, and I especially like the fact that people aren't afraid of each other. We smile in passing, stop and say hello, and my neighbours are always willing to help each other. Out here the postman doesn't go by your address, he goes by your name.
Not everyone is suited to living out here though.
Not everyone is suited to living out here though.
Hacienda71
Mancunian in self imposed exile in leafy Cheshire
- Location
- Wilmslow, Cheshire
The air quality is poor in the countryside as well. You can tell, half the time it smells of cow poo.
welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
Smelling of cow poo is better any day than car fumes. Cough cough gasp gasp
Hacienda71
Mancunian in self imposed exile in leafy Cheshire
- Location
- Wilmslow, Cheshire
Shhh you don't want these city types figuring out that there are any advantages to being out in the sticks.
welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
Sorry hacienda71. Wont happen again. Do not come to the country. It is horrible and it smells. Is that okay. ?
Hacienda71
Mancunian in self imposed exile in leafy Cheshire
- Location
- Wilmslow, Cheshire
threebikesmcginty
Corn Fed Hick...
- Location
- ...on the slake
Pitiful what some smutty folk will post for a cheap laugh - anyway, for your information, to attract some birds I gently caressed my fat balls into a cage and emptied my seed into a tray, after that I thought it would be a good idea to keep my nuts dry so I've nailed them up under the table.
welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
Crock. Make notes.,
The English Countryside is a confection. It's a series of images laced around a fabricated narrative, which, taken together, pretty much define what the English think of as beautiful. It's also a highly developed (but abysmally run), chemically administered economic enterprise owned and run by a small elite. It's a messy, financially parasitic weight around the neck of the body politic that subjects other living things to an extraordinary degree of cruelty. Many of the inhabitants are ugly. And most of the 'countryside' that you're likely to see is actually exurbia, populated by people who rarely travel without the aid of a car and never speak to their neighbours except when they meet them by chance in the kind of pub that serves unspeakable 'roasts' on a Sunday. Nasal hair is widespread. Golf courses abound.
Despite this, the English Countryside is an absolute must. It has geography and history, much of both submerged by tat and lies, but still in evidence. It has landscape - rivers, hills, trees and such, which, however messed about with are - I put it to you - intrinsically good for the soul (I appreciate that the weakness of this argument is that the people who live amongst these rivers, hills and trees are not big on souls). It is also (see above) an insight in to the most pernicious, faked up narrative that ever stalked the earth - a narrative that involves dispossession, arbitrary executions, transportation, terrible poverty and bad clothes - but that insight is, if you are ever going to get across this country, an absolute must. I can, by the way, understand why you would say that this is nothing to do with you, but my father's father's family came from Cerne Abbas (the family crest is still carved on a hillside) and, despite Cerne Abbas being a bit of a dump, they were never, ever posh enough to be buried in the churchyard, and so, for me, the countryside is the ground in which '(my) dead will bury their dead'.
So, for all that one has to deal with muppets in Range Rovers, the countryside is the key to the life we lead in England. I'm now going to get a bit contrary, and suggest that actually, an appreciation of the countryside's beauty is, notwithstanding the naff history, well worth having for its own sake. Why not admire the near and far, the soft outlines, the gentle intrusion of a church spire? As you know I ride out of London a lot, and I revel in the appearance, the obvious to-hand look of the thing. It helps to have worked on the land for years, but, still and all, it's a fund of stuff on which you can hang your own ideas of worth and place and nature on.
Just don't move there - they'll run you out on a pole.
The English Countryside is a confection. It's a series of images laced around a fabricated narrative, which, taken together, pretty much define what the English think of as beautiful. It's also a highly developed (but abysmally run), chemically administered economic enterprise owned and run by a small elite. It's a messy, financially parasitic weight around the neck of the body politic that subjects other living things to an extraordinary degree of cruelty. Many of the inhabitants are ugly. And most of the 'countryside' that you're likely to see is actually exurbia, populated by people who rarely travel without the aid of a car and never speak to their neighbours except when they meet them by chance in the kind of pub that serves unspeakable 'roasts' on a Sunday. Nasal hair is widespread. Golf courses abound.
Despite this, the English Countryside is an absolute must. It has geography and history, much of both submerged by tat and lies, but still in evidence. It has landscape - rivers, hills, trees and such, which, however messed about with are - I put it to you - intrinsically good for the soul (I appreciate that the weakness of this argument is that the people who live amongst these rivers, hills and trees are not big on souls). It is also (see above) an insight in to the most pernicious, faked up narrative that ever stalked the earth - a narrative that involves dispossession, arbitrary executions, transportation, terrible poverty and bad clothes - but that insight is, if you are ever going to get across this country, an absolute must. I can, by the way, understand why you would say that this is nothing to do with you, but my father's father's family came from Cerne Abbas (the family crest is still carved on a hillside) and, despite Cerne Abbas being a bit of a dump, they were never, ever posh enough to be buried in the churchyard, and so, for me, the countryside is the ground in which '(my) dead will bury their dead'.
So, for all that one has to deal with muppets in Range Rovers, the countryside is the key to the life we lead in England. I'm now going to get a bit contrary, and suggest that actually, an appreciation of the countryside's beauty is, notwithstanding the naff history, well worth having for its own sake. Why not admire the near and far, the soft outlines, the gentle intrusion of a church spire? As you know I ride out of London a lot, and I revel in the appearance, the obvious to-hand look of the thing. It helps to have worked on the land for years, but, still and all, it's a fund of stuff on which you can hang your own ideas of worth and place and nature on.
Just don't move there - they'll run you out on a pole.
welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
subaqua
What’s the point
- Location
- Leytonstone
we had 3 design managers who were going to do the 3 peaks challenge. 1 turned up in a pair of jeans and a fleece - this was middle of summer - the 2 others turned up properly attired . the 2 who turned up properly lived in the country , the other was a city born and bred guy. norrafeckincloo
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