The beginning
“…don’t forget from whence you came, and the world’s going to know your name…”
There are only so many times I can hear lines like this before it comes to my attention that I don’t actually know where I literally came from except that it is called ‘Yeovil’ and is somewhere in England. That number is probably in the thousands, but I reached it, and on the off chance it really is good to know from whence one came, I consulted Google.
As far as I can tell it is basically a smallish English city with the usual Englishy things like rows of brick houses and green glens and manors and bureaucrats who are very excited about opening a new parking lot. According to the local historical society, the most exciting things to happen this century are two different football wins and the completion of the ‘Yeo Leisure Park’. The latter sounded interesting, but it turns out to just be another name for what Americans call a very small mall.
This is the kind of place you can live if you have $2M to spend on it:
