The English Countryside. Conjures up images in the mind of gently rolling green hills, babbling brooks, mist, perhaps some sheep and most definitely some good ol’ country houses. Well, I was not disappointed! Not only was I provided with the rolling hills and all that, but some good old English weather too – cold, rainy and of course misty.
One of the things I love about driving around the English countryside (I just made that sound as if I do that every Sunday! First time actually!) is happening upon some REALLY old rocks! Prehistoric even. I refer to Stonehenge (here is another of my images of it). It literally appeared in front of us, slightly raised on a hill we were climbing amongst fields of canola and sheep.
Stonehenge, said to be around 5000 years old and a complete mystery as to its purpose, is fascinating. That is what I like most about it I think. We have to use our imaginations (and probably some educated guesses for good measure) as to why it was built in the first place. I could see prehistoric men running around chasing deer… strongmen (imagine circus-looking) erecting the stones… children running in and out of the stones playing tag… elders staring up into the sky discussing what they see… Like a good book, you can create your own characters and story. The stones are awe inspiring, and most likely, unlike my stories for it, a very spiritual place (possibly a burial ground) and obviously of great importance. Take a look at the link if you are interested – very intriguing stuff.
The other aspect of the English countryside I enjoyed was the colour and its contrast. Canola (or rapeseed) plants were in full bloom, providing vibrant yellow fields to contrast with the otherwise quite green vistas.
The English countryside. Narrow lanes, scrub that, very narrow lanes, that even our tiny rental car had trouble passing down. The narrowness of the road and height of the hedgerows either side made it feel as if we were in a maze. How fun! These narrow lanes would then give way to lovely old stone houses in tiny little villages or hamlets.
Oh, English countryside, thank you for welcoming us and not disappointing…