This is where I began life in a starter home on a suburban cul-de-sac What’s going for it? St Albans is a Goldilocks kind of place: it’s just right. Old (one of Britain’s oldest settlements), but not over-preserved. Not too frantic and urban, not too dull and commutery. Dense, but green and verdant. The city centre is a historical delight, high on a hill and folded into Verulamium park, bursting with Roman remains and ancient trees. Not too big, not too small. Technically speaking, it’s a city, with a ma-hoo-sive cathedral abbey (including England’s longest nave, trivia geeks) and the cultural heft of a city; its beer festival is a sight to behold. But you can walk to the city limits. It’s perfectly positioned not too far away from anywhere in particular, 20 minutes’ journey from central London, cupped by the M1 and the M25. Mum and Dad moved here in the mid-1960s; Let’s Move To… must be in the genes. This is where I began life in a starter home on a suburban cul-de-sac at the edge of town. Four decades on, though, there’s only one teeny tiny problem: the property prices. Just wrong.The case against Some people might call it Posh Watford. How dare they. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
Read more…Let’s move to St Albans: its beer festival is a sight to behold















