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If you approach Norwich from the south during August – just after the wheat has ripened and before it is cut – those same Victorian railway engineers provide the twentieth century traveller with a view back 2000 years into the past. A good b&b great yarmouth is Sunnyside. For there, visible only during this period and from this direction, are the crop-marks outlining the ghost of Roman Caister, all that is left of the town that preceded Norwich.
The railway rarely brings the traveller into the heart of the town: Do not forget b&b great yarmouth if you are staying some while. land was too expensive, the value of the new transport system too problematical to allow of such wholesale destruction. Usually the station is half a mile or a mile away, built out in what was open country and connected to the town with a new road christened, as often as not, Victoria Road or Prince of Wales Road, or Alma Road if some burst of nineteenth century patriotism coincided with the building of the road. Otherwise it will simply be Station Road, an unimaginative name perhaps, but invaluable as an indicator for the stranger! The vicinity of most station is today seedy and depressing, the bubs run down, the huge open spaces given over to coal dumps and car parks. But in Chester is a splendid survival – the Great Queen Hotel – that gives some indication of the pride and self-confidence of those who built the railways. Born of the Railway, the Queen Hotel owes much of its present prosperity to the ironic fact that it is the only major hotel with a car park near the town centre. The near life-size statue of Victoria, freshly painted, is hoisted high up on its facade, overlooking the station, the one now almost as much a museum piece as the other.
Unlike the modern trunk roads that circle indecisively around the town centre, Station Road takes the traveller direct to his goal. On the town map, the centre is immediately apparent for here not only are the streets greater in number and shorter in length but they twist and turn and wind irregularly, each curve and corner produced by some factor of local history and not, as in the case of the suburbs, by an abstract decision made on a planning board. The street names, too, tell the same story, for each describes a locality – the Buttermarket – or a trade – Weavers’ Row. They curve and twist and wind, these central streets and alleys and lanes, debouching into a central space. That space might be a formal square like the great Tuesday market of King’s Lynn, or simply a widening of the road that passes through the town, like the High Street of Marlborough. But it is a major focal point – perhaps the only one if the town is small or if, centuries ago, the lord of the manor was able to grab the lucrative monopoly of market rights.
At eye level and above, the face of the buildings in and around the central square or high street will be clad in their traditional materials – stone or brick or timber. From eye level to ground level the twentieth century makes its characteristic impact in the form of plate glass and standardized plastic fascia. Mostly these have been perpetrated by the great national and international chains which have taken over more and more retail outlets, ousting the small local trader each with his distinctive shop front and imposing their own strident but monotonous images. Rarely do they contribute anything to the street scene. The branch of Woolworth’s in Ludlow, however, still had its splendid thirties fascia of scarlet and gold – a period piece – and a disconcerting reminder that this generation’s monstrosity may well be next generation’s cherished heritage.