Well, I’m in England, at last.
Two hours south of London, in a small town 5 miles from the coast of the English Channel, I now find myself spending my days in a 15th century castle. There are lots of quirks about living in a brick-walled castle, the doors creak and the Wi-Fi connection is often a hit or miss, but there are also lots of perks about living here, the first of which is living so close to the English Channel.
On a typical overcast winter day in England, we drove to the English Channel at Birling Gap, where, on a clear day, you can try to spot France. En route there, as a testament to how well I’ve acclimated to my new surroundings, we stopped in a small town called Alfriston, in true British style, for afternoon tea. (I’m also quickly picking up the English accent and filling my vocabulary with British jargon. But that’s for another post…)