I walked along an English lane today, a mixture of Chawton brick and Statford-Upon-Avon brown and white. The sky was blue and the breeze was soft. And the lane? Well, the lane was not in England at all.
Do you recognise the picture? Perhaps you will, if you've ever visited Glen Eyrie Castle in Colorado Springs. It's the back entrance, really. But I discovered it one misty, wintery day -- and I always return here, to walk for a few moments, and pretend I'm in an English village.
But I suppose there should be thatch.
