Musings from the train

I'm sitting on the train and gazing at the emerald English countryside whipping by. The rolling landscape, dotted with grazing livestock and villages, hasn't really changed in hundreds of years. There's an underlying ancient bedrock that is reassuring, even from my locomotive vantage point.

This is my greatest pleasure from living in Europe; the ancient history is man-made and so permeates everyday life. You can find the same feeling in North America, but you need to venture into the primeval old growth forests or make your way to the mountains.

Here you can bask in history while you order a pint.

I do miss the forests though.