Stranger in a Strange Land.

Plymouth is strange and new and smells like fish.

Jon took me for a bit of an explore this morning, and i did my best to be a brave troll. But Plymouth is strange and new and smells like fish.

No, it's not that bad, it's just completely different from anywhere else i've ever lived. i am a City Troll and, yes, i know Plymouth is a city (has been since the 1400s, and in fact there's a special day to commemerate it becoming a city next week) but it's a small city. In the South. By the sea.

Scary Things

• The buses all stop before midnight.
• The local paper is full of adverts for Christian support groups and salsa dancing.
• You cannot throw a stone in Stoke without hitting a charity shop.
• If you stand on the hill by our house you can see All Of Plymouth (it's not even a particulaly big hill).

Not Scary Things

• There is an all-night cafe type-place.
• The local paper is full of Up Coming Activities (like Freedom Day, which celebrates Plymouth becoming a city, and features Morris Men, crafts and members of the Sealed Knot being Historical)
• There is a Library, two pasty shops, four takeaways and a Coop a stones throw away from my house.
• You can see Cornwall from our house.

Futher to that last bit: Jemma and Chris live in Cornwall and we suspect (but have not yet proved) that if they stood outside their house and waved a flag we could see them.