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Walking England

A week ago Monday, at our photographic society (ADD LINK), a photographer from Brighton (about an hour south of us on the southern coast of England) came and spoke about landscape photography. Talk about being out of our league. When I take a picture of a hill, it’s clearly a nothing more than a hill.

English Walking Tours | Flats to Lofts

Point proven.

When he shows pictures of rolling hills, you feel inspired. Hence my membership in our photographic society, and the need to learn. We live in an incredibly beautiful country that is known for it’s countryside. It’s beautiful and quaint and everything you would want England to be. There are sheep and thatched roof houses, and churches that are over 1,000 years old . . . everywhere!

A few weekends ago, I thought we should make some coffee and talk a little walk around Box Hill: made famous as part of the cycling event in the 2012 Olympics. It’s beautiful, less than 15 minutes away, and we hadn’t been. I thought it might be a little park that we could take a 30 minute walk around. 3 hours later, we had climbed the backside of the massive hill not realizing there was parking at the top, read warning signs of what to do if chased by “grazing animals” (which, unfortunately, there were none), picked blackberries, and stumbled upon a highly vandalized fort from the 1800’s when the Brits were afraid of the superior French military invading London.

English Walking Tours | Flats to Lofts

All this to say that the Brits love a good walk. There are walking tours virtually anywhere you would want there to  be one. There are public footpaths literally everywhere, often cutting across farm land and manors that enable you to truly enjoy the beauty of the English countryside.

So, on your next trip to England, for wherever you will be, simply google”name of area walking tour.” You are bound to find some incredible things! On another side note, the English countryside is blessed with an overabundance of blackberry bushes that are ripe between August and September. As long as you aren’t in someone’s yard, these are typically free for the taking, so stock up! The crazy thing is that they still sell them in stores for outrageous prices.


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I have always been an Anglo-file. I think the British sound more proper, and as I’ve said more than once walking down streets with massively old and beautiful homes, I was destined to be unreasonably wealthy (weren’t we all?!) The best part about listening to Brits talk isn’t just the accent, an added bonus; and on a random side note, they typically like our accent as much as we like their’s oddly enough! But, it’s how the Brits say things. Everything is more expressive. Things aren’t nice, they’re lovely. It’s not a good idea, it’s brilliant! Again, I might be biased here, but I find British English makes you feel better about yourself simply because you walk away saying, “why, yes, the joke was quite brilliant if I do say so myself!”

One of my goals for a few years now is to develop in the realm of photo taking. A couple years into marriage, our laptop crashed and we lost a solid year and a half of pictures. Everything from when Roxy was a puppy and virtually the entire time we lived in North Carolina was just gone. Though I like to boast otherwise, I don’t have a great memory. Or, the memories are there, I just am not good at recalling them. I forget things quickly and store them away in my mental “archives”, but unless something brings them to mind, they are lost to me. Pictures, and good friends, serve this function in my life. If it weren’t for pictures, I would forget most of my life.

You never regret taking too many pictures, no matter how bad they might be. I have 2 pictures of Sydney while she was here with us in England. That’s it. I’ll never have another chance to capture her personality that brought much joy and comfort to life. If it wasn’t for pictures like this one, I would never remember this sweet moment.

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Moments are fleeting, and pictures enable us to capture them for all time. How does this and British English go together? Well, Evan and I have joined a “photographic society.” How classy is that? It’s not just a photo club, it’s a photographic society! We are way out of our league, but are hoping that by this time next year, we will be well advanced in the pictures we take, and might even be on our way to doing what I would love to do with a little side endeavor! If nothing else, every Monday from 8-10, it gives us the chance to get together with 40 of our closest 70+ year old British friends to realize no matter how good we thought that picture was at the beach last summer, we have a lot to learn!

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