Been in England a few days now. We started in Manchester, travelled the Lake District, visited Haworth, and settled in for a bit in Leeds. And while the locations have been amazing (Haworth is as close as I’ll get to Diagonal Alley, I imagine), it’s the countryside, the space between the places, that brings the consistent beauty. Hill upon hill upon hill, each with its own flock of sheep. A sky that won’t stop. Not much of a way to make a stop for that kind of countryside, though. I’ve tried to catch pictures of it, but the coach moves on. A feast for the eyes in the moment. And more than enough to keep you from reading the book you brought to help you pass time and think about where you are.