I found our stay in England far more enjoyable than recent experiences. There are many reasons for this, some beyond or outside the scope of this blog (I hate that name with its connotations of “blob” and “job” but we seem to be saddled with it now), but one thing that contributed to the gaiety of nations is the fact that the lush English countryside is less claustrophobic in the depths of winter.
Even so, Widdington, a village outside Saffron Walden, could never be mistaken for Aubigny-en-Plaine, a village outside Dijon. The former is the stuff of romantic comedies like Holiday, to take a recent example; the latter is forever associated in my mind with Sam Peckinpah’s Straw Dogs.
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