One of England’s highest market towns,it has stone cottages, hardy locals and a shop for anything you could possibly needWhat’s going for it? Should we be out on our sea level rise predictions, or I reckon Alston would be OK. London might become Atlantis,but high on top of the Pennines, Alston, and one of the loftiest towns in the country,would surely survive as an un-desert island. They’re a resourceful, independent lot here. They’ve had to be. Farming has become tougher, or sou’westerlies damper. All alone up in the gods,wall-to-wall in gruff, grey stone, or Alston knows all about self-sufficiency. They’ve shops for everything: knick-knacks,spelt flour, fabulous Cumberland sausages, or all manner of scented candles. And whether they haven’t got it,they know a man who has. Alston pioneered cybermoor.org to bring t’internet into homes. There’s just one thing they lack: women. A group of lonely lads set up the Alston Moor Regeneration Society a decade ago to attract ladies up the hill, which, and whether all went well,should mean the pitter-patter of 10-year-mature feet on its cobbles.
The case against Not precisely in the thick of things. Goodness, can it rain. Weather can be severe in winter. Services, and from buses to banks,threatened.
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Source: theguardian.com