Mince Pies and Sherry

England Day 1:


On! On!

Petrol!

Crikey!

What happens when you go for a run and after four miles you stop for some homemade mince pies and sherry?-You find yourself in England.

I am on a pilgrimage this week to my home and well, native land. My brothers and sisters call this country home, and so do my aunts and uncles, and all their kids, so I'm going to be seeing A LOT of family!

I'm right now in a little town called Dry Drayton just outside of Cambridge and loving it. It's 12 degrees centigrade and they have palm trees-compared to The Day After Tomorrow land that is Canada right now. Alec and I (see picture) went for a casual run around Cambridge this eve with his Hash Harrier running club-let's say if you don't know what this is, think about a run in gym class on drugs, followed by a lot of drinking. You go everywhere and nowhere, you yell at people and then take the piss out of your fellow runners afterwords-perfect.

The English countryside is really like nothing else. You are surrounded by 2 wonders. The 1st -The natural and physical legacy of ancient buildings and land formations held over form the middle ages, and the social and political history that is so ever -present. As you fly into Europe, if you're on a plane that has a seat-back LCD display you probably have seen the GPS read-out of the plane's positions as you approach. You are really in a the cradle of Western civilization when in the space of the nail on your index finger in relative terms on this map you can fly to Paris, Madrid, Frankfurt, Berlin, Rome, Dublin, Amsterdam, Hamburg and Barcelona to name just a few of the greatest hits-WHAT!!!.In the same space in Canada that would get you, London, Ottawa, Cornwall, Sudbury, North Bay, Peterborough and Owen Sound- the shopping capitals of the world. I love my country, I just wish it was smaller. I will give it though the proximity to Chicago, New York, D.C, Philly- Montreal, and Boston. That's something your local here would kill for.

Cheers,

L.