Talk a walk and make a memory in England with me.

As I sit here a long way from the English shores. I often walk down cobbled roads, drive down twisting lanes and gaze in my mind at places I love. I can smell the sea in Cromer and feel the cold dampness of London. I smell the vinegar from the fish and chips and smell the smog and pollution of the buses at the airport. I see the frost on the trees down a country lane and the frost on a washing line. I hear children and marketers at the market stalls. I hear children singing near a village school. I smell sticky buns from a bakery, the smell of fish at fish mongers and the smell of rich soil been turned after a harvest. I see hedgehogs and hares and robins and deer's. I smell the fires and see the smoke appearing from many a chimney pot. I see my Mum and her warm inviting face, Marina my friend with the kettle on and her husband Steve with his feet up. Eunice another friend and her loving accent and arms that chill the coldest day. Sharon and her love for me is waiting at the door with a cup of tea.
I see it all in my memory.
So today if you are in England walk down a village road, stop and smell my England, walk in a forest, brave the cold of the North sea. Come with me and make a memory.

Wishing you lots of Tasty English Delights
There's always room for one more.