Just been reading one of my favourite blogs, the person writing it was just off to New York for a few days, New York, how exciting and exotic. But for her it sound just like a trip to London would be for me, great but it’s only a big city. This got me thinking (I do sometimes) the things that I do and see day after day to me are quite boring and ordinary but to other they could be interesting. Take last weekend I stayed in a lovely country cottage in what could only be described as a typical English village, you known the sort, it had a real pub(not one of those nasty chain types), an independent village shop that sold everything( with a owner that probably knew every thing about every body in the village), a church that looked liked it was loved and used, Thatched stone cottages with roses round the door and a village cricket ground. To someone from out side England this would have been something to write home about, to me it felt like I was home (the welcome and the food and the excellent pint in the pub helped). So today’s picture is taken from the garden of the place I was staying, while we were having a barbeque ( not very English, but it did try to rain), and is of a game of Cricket( really English, even if we do not do it so well).
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