Dreaming of England

What's a nice boy from New Jersey doing dreaming of England at the end of Thanksgiving weekend?

Who knows? But it sure was nice there when I visited around this time of year in 2005.

Misty and foggy (like the weather here this weekend only less so)...

The landscape--in Shawcross, about an hour west of London on the train--was a pallette of browns and lingering greens dotted with fallen leaves...

And, now here was a difference, people playing golf, weather be damned. Myself included, though I was on a gimpy knee at the time.

And yet, on this tee on that day, I had the place to myself, and what a delicious layer cake of a view it was, with that lone mansion and lone tree on the ridge.

Would love to go back one day.

Tags: golf | photography | Shawcross, England