No, this is not Frozen’s Arendelle. But it’s an easy mistake to make
What’s going for it? Arundel or Arendelle? Sometimes it’s hard to tell them apart. Both fairytale towns, with romantic skylines, turreted castles and gothic twiddles. Both dominated by benevolent if powerful rulers: King Agnarr and Queen Iduna of the Ancient House of Frozen, or the Dukes of Norfolk, whose castle and Catholic cathedral loom over Arundel. There’s no escaping the Norfolks here. They have even given the town its own saint, St Philip Howard, whose Tudor bones are enshrined within the cathedral. Arundel feels like a tiny kingdom unto itself, marooned in the Sussex water meadows, supported by an export economy dominated, through its bric-a-brac shops and tea rooms, by the often overlooked antique goods and Victoria sponge sectors. All it lacks to complete the comparison are trolls, Nordic mountains, ice-shooting princesses and a deal with Disney. But I’m sure the current duke is working on that.
The case against Too perfect. Too little. Too quaint. Too expensive. Too aristocratic. Let it go, Tom.
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