I love the Brits for their quirks. Quirks like that stiff upper
lip, gossip over the garden fence, obsession with the royals, and driving on the left. I love them
for their bangers and mash, real ale, and high tea. I love them for their wool,
plaid and tweed. And lastly, I love them for their scenic landscapes. Just a
short walk from my place is a quiet alcove with a stream and a stone wall that reminds
me of the charming British countryside. I’m planning to visit Britain this
summer, but until then my hidden nook will do just bloody fine.