The streets are lined with the homes of your dreams… just don’t expect anything edgy
What’s going for it? I sense that Winchester has never fallen on particularly hard times – perhaps when the Romans left? These days, though, the town, lush and leafy in its hollow at the start (or end) of the South Downs, regularly cavorts in, if not tops, “10 most prosperous/gorgeous/popular/la-di-da places to live” league tables. It is lovely. Really lovely. The streets are lined with the homes of your dreams: all periods are represented from King Arthur (almost) to Grand Designs, spick and span and freshly painted, gardens fit-for-a-House Beautiful photoshoot. History pours from every stone, even fake history – from King Arthur’s round table (yeah, right) to the diver who stopped its immense cathedral from sinking into the mud. Never a dull moment in Winchester. The river Itchen, where John Keats once took afternoon strolls, tinkles away contentedly in its water meadows at the bottom of the hill. In Winchester, all is right with the world.
The case against… And that might be the problem. I might go mad here, it’s such a bubble of prosperity. The wonderful art school aside, there’s not much edge to the place. And, inevitably, it is very expensive – almost London prices.
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