England is a nation of gardeners. The flower beds above are at glorious Tyntesfield, a Victorian property rescued by the National Trust about 12 years ago. Thanks to the Trust, it’s open to everyone.
Castles and cottages alike have lovingly tended flower beds everywhere. The steady, temperate climate must have something to do with it, but it also takes people who have loved and cared for their land for generations.
An old garden wall is as beautiful as the garden it shelters.
A British dog knows its place in the world. This Westie is a connoisseur of cultural sights and also of scones with clotted cream and jam.
Topiaries? The British are masters. Nothing is too much trouble. This topiary looked at first like a dental chair, but I’m pretty sure it’s a peacock.
English is my native language, so there’s no struggle to understand what I’m hearing or reading. I can read all the signs, and the signs tend to be friendly. This one, at Tyntesfield, invites me: “Have a sit down!” Thank you. I don’t mind if I do!