Tewkesbury, Gloucestershire: 'It always manages to survive its regular dunking.' Photograph: Alamy
What's going for it? Banks may fall, nations may crumble but, you feel, Tewkesbury will always be there. For centuries, it's seen off inundation after inundation, the last biggie being 2007. That image of its cute-as-apple-pie assembly of gables and crumbly Norman abbey surrounded by water, an inland island, became a handy bite-sized symbol of resilient Olde England, cornered but fighting back. This year they didn't have it so bad – "just a puddle" one local told the Daily Mail. I reckon the place is blessed by ancient white witches for, despite being located at the confluence of two hefty rivers, the Severn and the Avon, it always manages to survive its regular dunking. Good job, too. What a place. I love how the crooked old town is built on a hummock (those clever Saxons!), its mustard (mustard and horseradish, genius), its super deli, its Roses theatre-with-a-cinema (last stage for Eric Morecambe), its great location on the M5 (those clever Saxons!) and the re-enactors who replay the Battle of Tewkesbury every year, with historically authentic swashed buckles and Thermos flasks.
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