A few years back, I received several notes from new friends in England. It is somewhat confusing how this blog was found but I'm happy when people I don't know and will never ever meet happen upon this and take the time to both write and then come back for more.
My family ties to England go back a long way so far as we can trace - certainly back to Scotland and England prior to 1600 and I say that as a note of pride. My wife, who is so typically English in appearance as to make the royal family blush, and I were last in England a couple of decades ago and spent some time in London (my roots) and St. Paul's and of course had to do the chalk rubbings which I have from each prior visits and we keep in our mutual keepsake drawer to this day.
I'm perfectly patriotic to the United States so that is not the issue in the least. It is a certain quality that I find in the Isles that feels comfortable. I liked Tony Blair not for his politics but for his use of the language. Shakespeare is my all time best hero not for him but for his amazing use of words that contained colors, that when used and spoken, were better than the alphabet that comprised them.
The music, the singing and the utter calmness and tranquility of English composers is what I find most drawing. Vaughn Williams, Tallis, Holst, Billings, Delius and so many more are treasures of what is art and what is art that makes daily life worth a mention.
Here is a favorite - not the best or worst - but just something that is wonderful to listen to.