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About MyBritain.

MyBritain was developed by myself over many years with the intention of celebrating that glorious isle - the isle of my birth and the isle that I will always hold fondly in my heart. Born in Sussex, England and educated in Heathfield, Uckfield, Lewes, Norwich and London I have a particular passion for those locations. The reader may detect an unintentional  bias and having lived in the United States for the last thirty years I can attest to the fact that absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder!

Throughout MyBritain I have included extracts from writers and poets that truly capture the unique heritage and varied beauty of Britain. As examples, the following two poems describe the familiar in an extraordinary way.

Dewdrops: John Clare

The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver drops
that I am obliged to stoop down as I walk to see if they are pearls,
and those sprinkled on the ivy-woven beds of primroses underneath the
hazels, whitethorns and maples are so like gold beads that I stooped
down to feel if they were hard, but they melted from my finger. And
where the dew lies on the primrose, the violet and whitethorn leaves
they are emerald and beryl, yet nothing more than the dews of the
morning on the budding leaves; nay, the road grasses are covered with
gold and silver beads, and the further we go the brighter they seem to
shine, like solid gold and silver. It is nothing more than the sun's
light and shade upon them in the dewy morning; every thorn-point and
every bramble-spear has its trembling ornament: till the wind gets
a little brisker, and then all is shaken off, and all the shining
jewelry passes away into a common spring morning full of budding
leaves, primroses, violets, vernal speedwell, bluebell and orchis, and
commonplace objects.

Composed Upon Westminster Bridge: William Wordsworth

Earth has not any thing to shew more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in it's majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

My hope is that when you plan your holidays and vacations in Britain you will research your intended destinations and attractions and thereby take a little bit of Britain with you. Perhaps when you walk across Westminster Bridge you will read the words of William Wordsworth - it will be worth it.

Let me know.

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