England is beautiful. No denying it. It has been a long and stressful journey making the move from South Africa to England and we are still finding our feet of course, but so far, the beauty of the country is undeniable. The weather has been fantastic too, so that is of course, a huge help. I may be singing a different tune in a few months time.  In many places, it feels , that time has literally stood still. We attended a school fete this past weekend which was held on the grounds of a small school situated in the beautiful Savernake Forest. My children watched a ‘Punch and Judy’ show and completely loved it. It felt like i could have been walking around a school fete from 40 years ago or perhaps one on a movie set….raffles, tombolas, face painting, punch and judy, ice cream, pony rides and Pimms…..just so quaint and charming!

There are so many gorgeous country villages and large beautiful towns within a few miles of each other. Highlights of our trip so far  include; Savernake forest, The jaw droppingly beautiful City of Bath, Box – the cutest village so far (?), the canals that meander through the villages and are dotted with the eclectic and colourful long boats , the English ducks ,  the best bacon in the world, the best tomatoes in the world !!, really helpful and friendly people (our neighbours gave us a fridge for free as we had moved in and not been able to buy one yet), listed properties (i want one!!), village shops that are called ‘stores’, the red phone booths found on every corner, footpaths for walking called ‘brails’, the endless number of quintessential English country villages with their unique , and sometimes non existent, high streets, the elusive squirrels, the fat almost ‘cartoon like’ pigeons (they look like the pigeons from the Shaun the Sheep series), the list continues…but for the sake of getting some photos up on my blog of Beautiful England…..i’ll wind it up and be happy to say……To Be Continued…..I hope you enjoy my English countryside photography …

 When it’s three o’clock in New York, it’s still 1938 in London.  ~Bette Midler~


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