Post by passionflower on Sept 4, 2012 14:47:07 GMT
Camulodunum or as we know it... Colchester.
Past
You’re ambling down what used to be once a dusty track filled with chariots and horses, this is the longest and straightest road in the town. Funnily enough it’s known as Straight Road even to this day. Imagine yourself in the chariot, you are holding the reins, complete with the horses in front of you. It is a remarkably hot day, but there are no water bottles to keep you warm, just water from the well in the surrounding villages or from the river which is in the other direction. You are sweating, wanting a break. The only rest break that you’ll get though is another few miles away from the wall, currently you are outside of the wall that surrounds the town. You are now down near the old chariot racing ground, you can hear the thunderous cheering and the clapping from the arena, you can imagine the sweat drops rolling off of the horses as they run around the huge track itself. You can picture the crowd cheering in ecstatic joy. But your attention is drawn to the hillside, where the battle really begins. The scene changes and now you are switched back to present day. The emotional feelings now subsiding as you withdraw from the past.
Present Day
You can see the town stretching out through the valley in all its finer glory, you can see jumbo, the water tower rising above the buildings in the centre. You’re walking down the road opposite where the police station is on the corner. There is a news agents just opposite the station, but instead of crowded horses and chariots, the road is filled with traffic, cars and congestion, people walking on foot across via the traffic lights that change from red to yellow and green. You walk underneath the road via the subway and find yourself out on the other side.
You are now in Head gate, Head Street, at the top of St John’s Street and at a crossroads. The streets to this day are still lingered with the history, here you can see the cluster of shops and every day mundane buildings that fill the town, which give it its atmosphere. You walk along head gate to the the high street, you can see the Town Hall, the Several pubs such as the George which has a lot of spiritual activity, and I've been told that some of the rooms aren’t even used down to the activity of spirit. You can see past the George down to the castle, where the Roman temple is still buried beneath the rocky foundations of the castle. You can walk a bit further down East Hill where you can see the siege house with its civil war bullet holes, embedded in the herring bone bricks. You can stand on the bridge overlooking the river and watch as the few swans that swim along the river make themselves known. You can trek up the hill again or catch the bus, if you like and stop off at the Minories opposite Hollywood Museum for another historical tour around the Museum. Even to this day there is still reminiscent memories of the Roman history and this history today is what puts us on the map as being the one of the oldest towns in England. This is Colchester. This my hometown.
(Pictures to come just as soon as I've worked out how to put them up lol)
written by Passionflower
Past
You’re ambling down what used to be once a dusty track filled with chariots and horses, this is the longest and straightest road in the town. Funnily enough it’s known as Straight Road even to this day. Imagine yourself in the chariot, you are holding the reins, complete with the horses in front of you. It is a remarkably hot day, but there are no water bottles to keep you warm, just water from the well in the surrounding villages or from the river which is in the other direction. You are sweating, wanting a break. The only rest break that you’ll get though is another few miles away from the wall, currently you are outside of the wall that surrounds the town. You are now down near the old chariot racing ground, you can hear the thunderous cheering and the clapping from the arena, you can imagine the sweat drops rolling off of the horses as they run around the huge track itself. You can picture the crowd cheering in ecstatic joy. But your attention is drawn to the hillside, where the battle really begins. The scene changes and now you are switched back to present day. The emotional feelings now subsiding as you withdraw from the past.
Present Day
You can see the town stretching out through the valley in all its finer glory, you can see jumbo, the water tower rising above the buildings in the centre. You’re walking down the road opposite where the police station is on the corner. There is a news agents just opposite the station, but instead of crowded horses and chariots, the road is filled with traffic, cars and congestion, people walking on foot across via the traffic lights that change from red to yellow and green. You walk underneath the road via the subway and find yourself out on the other side.
You are now in Head gate, Head Street, at the top of St John’s Street and at a crossroads. The streets to this day are still lingered with the history, here you can see the cluster of shops and every day mundane buildings that fill the town, which give it its atmosphere. You walk along head gate to the the high street, you can see the Town Hall, the Several pubs such as the George which has a lot of spiritual activity, and I've been told that some of the rooms aren’t even used down to the activity of spirit. You can see past the George down to the castle, where the Roman temple is still buried beneath the rocky foundations of the castle. You can walk a bit further down East Hill where you can see the siege house with its civil war bullet holes, embedded in the herring bone bricks. You can stand on the bridge overlooking the river and watch as the few swans that swim along the river make themselves known. You can trek up the hill again or catch the bus, if you like and stop off at the Minories opposite Hollywood Museum for another historical tour around the Museum. Even to this day there is still reminiscent memories of the Roman history and this history today is what puts us on the map as being the one of the oldest towns in England. This is Colchester. This my hometown.
(Pictures to come just as soon as I've worked out how to put them up lol)
written by Passionflower
