I live on Brentford Dock, in Middlesex, on the north bank of the Thames, across the river from the Royal Botanic Gardens at Kew in Surrey.
I live where Caius Julius C�sar's legions crossed the Thames during their invasion of Britain; where Offa, King of Mercia, gave battle in the seventh century; and where the Battle of Brentford was fought in 1643 (during the Wars of the Three Kingdoms, a conflict known more commonly and very wrongly as the English Civil War - it was not purely English, since the kingdoms of Scotland and Ireland were intimately embroiled in it, and no war is ever civil).
My next-door neighbour at Syon House is His Grace the Duke of Northumberland. About one minute's walk away from where I live is the church of Saint Lawrence (now sadly deconsecrated and derelict), which has a tower over a thousand years old, and a seventeenth-century interior.
History oozes from every pore here, as it does the length and breadth of these islands in which we live and breathe and have our being.
On a more persona note, my good friend Incitatus has been an occasional guest here, and is always welcome :o)