By the time you're reading this, I'm already somewhere over the Atlantic, headed stateside after 10 [exceptionally short!] days in England. I can't say enough about how much I love this place: its history, its beauty, and its people. I first came here when I was 10 years old, and fell in love then, but in a completely different way. Now, I have an odd sense this country is a second home. Of course, there were a few brief moments where it was obvious I was a tourist, snapping more photos than any normal human should. But mostly, I felt very much like a local, just experiencing things organically as one might if they were living here long term. 10 days was not nearly enough. I'll continue to share photos and posts even when I'm back in Atlanta. There was just too much to love. I'd feel wrong not sharing even just a bit of that here with you.
Today, in honor of my flight home, I'm posting photos from one of the most breathtaking views I've ever experienced. While visiting a family friend in Horsham [more photos of that trip to come!], we were so lucky to have completely perfect weather, making a Sunday drive in the countryside a necessity. We made our way to Devil's Dyke, a coveted spot on the South Downs. Paragliders peppered the sky in a mess of bright colors. The clouds seemed artfully painted in, and the rolling hills and farmland were impossibly verdant. I stood there in awe, just soaking it all in. I could have spent an entire day up there, envying the birdlike figures floating in the distance. I said to myself in that moment, I'd come back here and experience this flying business for myself one day. I'm hoping I stick to such a lofty goal, but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy some of my photos of this perfect day!