Let's move to: Newark-on-Trent, Nottinghamshire | Money | The Guardian

Let's move to: Newark-on-Trent, Nottinghamshire | Money | The Guardian

What's going for it? Like its neighbour Boston, Newark has been rather eclipsed by a more illustrious upstart of a namesake across the water. There is no Philip Roth in Nottinghamshire's Newark, nor a Tony Soprano, nor a big airport, unless you count the old airfield under the agricultural showground. But who cares, because our Newark is where King John died of dysentery, probably en route to tussling with Robin Hood. So ner ner ner ner, USA. I have, in recent weeks, travelled the length and breadth of the East Midlands undertaking feverish research, and hereby declare that Newark is the nicest biggish town therein. True, there's not much competition. But Newark is a genuine surprise. A lovely market square, a brilliant Georgian town hall, the huge slender spire of St Mary Magdalene, some genuinely interesting independent shops and streets of Georgian houses for sale at bizarrely un-ridiculous prices. And did I mention the train links?

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