and North Devon. I forget, as I struggle with existing in this hurly burly of a metropolis, that England is beautiful. We drove down country lanes, through little villages, hired stripy deckchairs on lovely beaches and admired the often dramatic coastline.
England my England.
Pity I am not english - either through birth or descent. For if I was, I might be tempted to launch into an inspirational song.
When the sun is shining, rural England glows.
Go there. Soon.
No comments:
Post a Comment