“We may be a small country, but we’re a great one, too. The country of Shakespeare, Churchill, the Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter. David Beckham’s right foot. David Beckham’s left foot, come to that.” The Prime minister – Love Actually
Proud To Be English…..
Today is St George’s day, a day that we don’t seem to take all that seriously here in England and yet it is a day in which we can and should celebrate being English. I love England, I love the beautiful countryside, the idea we have that tea has magical healing powers that can heal whatever ales you and the constant need to apologise to everyone and everything we come into contact with. I love that we have a royal family and an amazing history that spans back thousands of years with castles and palaces and little cottages meticulously preserved by the National Trust or English Heritage so that we and future generations can enjoy a piece of history. I love that we have birthed some of the greatest writers the world has ever known, Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, The Bronte sisters, Shakespeare, Hardy, C.S. Lewis, Jk Rowling and so many more. I love the amazing and sometimes baffling food that we are famous for Yorkshire puddings, roast dinners, afternoon tea, jam roly poly, scones and that one of the biggest debates of our time is whether its jam and then cream or cream and then jam.
I love the theatres, the churches, the houses of parliament and Buckingham palace. I love the fact that the English language is a magpie language taking from the languages of others and evolving over hundreds of years to then create words like “spiffing” and “Tally-ho”. I love Bruce Forsythe and Julie Andrews, The Beatles and Paddington Bear, Colin Firth and Miranda Hart. I love taking afternoon tea at Betty’s in York, standing to sing “God Save the Queen” and the way everyone decides to dress as though they were in the Caribbean as soon as the sun pops up to say hello regardless of the fact its only 10 degrees outside.
I love England. I love everything about it. I have been lucky enough to travel to many beautiful and inspiring places where I have seen wonderful things but I find when I return I am always so glad to snuggle back into my comfy cosy England. To put a woolly jumper on, snuggle down into a big leather arm chair with a cup of tea and a bun, turn the television on to Strictly Come dancing and make a passing remark about the weather. Ahhh it’s good to be English.
Bye for now!