“I love this city. Defiantly, pigheadedly, maybe even sometimes rudely”by Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett / April 23, 2018 / Leave a comment
“I like London, for a day or two as long as I can leave again,” says the man at hotel breakfast, who has asked me where I live. He is from Worcester but I do not say anything about that. We are in rural Snowdonia, a place popular with tourists because of the beautiful scenery. And it is, indeed, beautiful, when the wet mist of rain clears long enough for you to see it.
It is where I grew up, mostly, and I left as soon as I was able to, bored and restless, desperate for the city. Perhaps that is why I love London so much; it is with the fierceness of the recently converted, like some are with Jeremy Corbyn, but in my case it is with a whole place. I am defensive of it, irritated by detractors. But then again my cousin has never lived anywhere else in his life and loves it passionately, too.