Where would I live if I could live anywhere? I am British, I owe my freedoms and opportunities in life to this country and I would never give-up British citizenship; however, if I could live anywhere in the world, would I choose here? I think, yes, but only for the summer months. London is a magnificent city steeped in multifaceted layers of history, a true world hub for almost any interest or activity; the countryside and coasts can be beautiful, relaxing and even inspiring when in the mood – but it is undoubtedly the months of perpetual darkness and dreariness that dampen its desirability. I like sunlight and sea; rivers and lakes; mountains and forests, with access to community and civilisation. I am not partial to extremes of hot and cold, or lawlessness and iniquity – or wild-fires, earthquakes, tornadoes, hurricanes and floods. I think I will explore northeast Florida with my fantasy checklist when life eventually becomes more normal.
Driving in London last night, I witnessed three separate angry outbursts in the space of five minutes by people on the roads. I always notice that the “crazy level” goes up a few notches when driving inside the M25, but that condensed series of events was the worst I’ve seen.
I wouldn’t call London a beautiful city, but it is endlessly fascinating. The maze of streets emerged not by grand design but grew from what had been before. It is eccentric, hickety-pickety, throbbing with history and humanity.
Random thought, slipping into British mode…
Despite its reputation, England can be a nice place for the weather. We have about six months when it can be very pleasant to be here, say from about mid-April to mid-October. The dark, cold and damp months of December to February take some extra effort to appreciate.
I prefer long sunny days in the low to mid 20Cs (70Fs).