This is my first post in a series on English villages. I think many people don’t realise how beautiful Britain is, including a proportion of those that live here, and I want to share through photography some of the beauty I see here.
I don’t live anywhere dramatic, not in those parts of the British isles beside the coast or among the mountains. I am from the small villages of the English countryside. They are villages with a touch of timelessness, seeming to stay much the same for a thousand years. The same high streets with old cottages, churchyards and streams; tiny settlements, settled among fields that have been farmed continually for thousands of years.
So I went for a drive on a summer’s day, and Great Bradley was my first stop.
This house had an amazing garden!
I drove on to the next village, to see what I would find there…