Thanks to some marvelous weddings and hospitable friends, I got to live the dearest days of summer faraway with a splendid month in England. This visit was especially sweet as my mom got to join me halfway through, and our village holiday together made for the once-in-a-lifetime, fill-up-a-scrapbook kind of memories.
I’ve been to the British Isles a few times now so I don’t really go with any expected plans or views to accomplish, but I’m never without the stunned and wide-eyed appreciation for the beauty that’s simply everywhere. For an aesthetics-driven romantic, it’s like meeting another kindred spirit at every wild moss-and-stone hedged garden you pass before stepping in to queue at the charming artisanal neighborhood bakery, and that’s just from the walk for a morning coffee.
Coming at the middle of an especially mind-stretching year, this trip was a beautiful escape. I had time to read and write and catch my breath and just fill my eyes with the seeing, and I’m nothing but grateful for it.
If I’m being an irrational dreamer, I’d say my most concrete hope is to someday have a little stone cottage in one of these favorite countries, and spend my days designing and creating and convincing all my chums to come for a picnicking holiday. Until that (lovely but highly improbable) day I just have photos from visits to bring it to life, but I hope you enjoy. xx