So this is my actual hometown! This is Chester, a tiny Roman city in the North, just a few miles from the Welsh border. I made a quick trip up there during our time in the UK in December – I arrived in Chester on a Sunday night and left Tuesday lunchtime, but I still managed to squeeze in so much!
The Eastgate clock is probably the most famous symbol of Chester, but it’s not what I think of when I think of my city. I think about doing my work experience at HMV, and going to Boots on a Saturday with my best friend, and going shopping elsewhere, and walking along the cobbles on a night out (people do not appreciate this skill enough).
What makes you think of your hometown?