It was good enough for Percy and Mary Shelley…What’s going for it? Marlow is one of the original down-from-Londoners’ honeypots. Something about its pretty, ickle historic streets, and the dreaminess of the Thames here, hung heavy with weeping willows and boatclubs, has for centuries pulled in those sick of the Smoke – like Percy and Mary Shelley, probably after peace, quiet and a better work-life balance than they could get in the capital, with its streets running with ordure and don’t even talk to me about the cost of barouche-landaus. Legions have followed ever since. Once, Marlow must have been like Whitstable or Margate before the arties moved in. Now it’s full, ta very much, its streets piled high with cash in the form of long-term property investments. I think you can safely assume that when you can find a wide selection of champagne in a corner shop, you aren’t in Kansas any more, Toto.The case against… A little too la-di-da, for me at least. And the High Street’s terribly chainy, all Prezzos, Zizzis and Starbucks. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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