|Natives visiting the British Museum|
I loved my trip, which ended yesterday when I touched down in (blessedly sunny and bright) Boston. I traveled alone, but I stayed with friends I was handed around from one host to another by one particularly kind, cultivated and generally excellent family. I was shown various corners of London and a few other places in the country by them, very well fed by them (see reference to broadening, above). I went to see these friends and to see some of the English places that I had fictionalized or by which I had been inspired - from a distance - when I was writing that book (you know the one, see the sidebar ====>).
I did see those people and places and not one disappointment in the lot. In fact, things were better and more magic than I had any reason or right to expect. Thanks to my native guides, who brought me into the homes of several of their friends, I also got a real look at life in modern Britain. It was fascinating and I'll be thinking about it all and processing it for some time. Just stopping in here this morning, taking advantage of the time shift to get a ridiculously early start, and to say a little something before the glow wears off altogether.
I am not on the payroll of the British Tourist Board, but I could be. I don't know anyone who wouldn't like to visit the UK and I am here to say do it if you can. You won't be sorry.
|Castle ruin, just lying around, spotted on a walk...|
I'll add before I use up the last the minutes of this found early morning hour that driving home through New Hampshire and Vermont yesterday I also got, for at least the length of the drive, to see our bit of the US through English eyes. It was so beautiful it could break any heart. Mine just held on.
More eventually. Having set my reset button, I'm off for a bike ride.