Hello, Bonjour, hola, and....... witaja Thorne
Roughly translated from the English, the French, the Spanish and finally, the Polish - spoiling them (or you - if you are a Pole) there with the Polish phrase for 'welcome to', I'm actually saying hello and welcome to Thorne.
Ordinarily, my cynically-directed digits would be far too easily directed to my keyboard with the old 'Welcome to Thorne... You're welcome to it' cliche, but I actually believe this small, historic market town, teetering on the boundary of South Yorkshire and North Lincolnshire is a place of interest and charm.
Why else, as a seasoned traveller, having lived elsewhere and visited great and glorious places, would I choose to return to and live here?
As is the case in many British towns, Thorne has its undesirables, ugliness and crime, but there is a plethora of history, both human and natural.
Each story having a fascinating background.
Thorne Moors (Humberhead peat levels) are a point of special scientific interest, where several limited insect species thrive. And if that's not enough, the moors also boast the largest UK colonies of Britain's only venomous snake, the adder. A fly species, called the 'hairy canary' is on the brink of extinction Europe-wide, but thrives on Thorne Moors.
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