
Things have been a little busy for me lately. I've been spending a lot of time studying and I'm now pleased to say that I have completed the first year of my MA. I'll start again in October so until then I'll have the chance to take it easy and enjoy the British summer. Now the search for a job really begins - and it has to since my funds won't last me much longer.
I've been spending a lot of time in London where I've been sampling the fruits of some of the capitals many great pubs. London Pride Ale is one of my favourite alcoholic beverages here. I don't drink much except ale in pubs since British lager is generally poor and the selection of rums is usually disappointing. Ale however is not particularly fashionable - most British men, at least in the south, drink lager - but since when have I been anything close to fashionable?

The European Robin, a striking bird with one of the most beautiful songs among British birds, is one of the birds I see most when I'm out with my camera. This bird is not to be confused of course with the
American Robin, which is not a robin at all, but a thrush. In recent months I've learnt a lot about birds and it could be said with some truth that I am now what many would call a
birder. Rather sad, I know, but there you go!

This field of oilseed rape in rural Essex prompted me to park up and take a few photos. Scenes such as this are typical in rural England during the springtime.

Late-night gridlock on the M25. Approaching the Dartford River Crossing - also known as the Queen Elizabeth II Bridge, an engineering wonder but surely one of the world's ugliest bridges - the traffic ground to a halt and I was left stationary for half an hour. For some reason the bridge was in the process of being temporarily closed and traffic was diverted through the tunnel instead.

Rooftops in South London provide a typical town view, not particularly inspiring but traditionally English all the same. Scenes like this go unnoticed most of the time.

Mountnessing Mill, Essex, is a traditional post mill built in 1807. It's a Grade II* Listed building (which means it's a particularly significant building of more than local interest) and although no longer in use, it has been restored to its original working condition. The mill is owned by the local council and is open to the public on the third Sunday of each month and luckily for me, I happened to be there on one of those days. I spent an hour inside the mill on a small guided tour, talking with the guide about the history of the mill and its importance to local life.

St.Giles Church is one of only a handful of buildings in a small village near Billericay in Essex. It is a Grade I Listed building (a building of outstanding or national architectural or historic interest) which has features that date back to the 12th century and displays re-used Roman bricks and tiles in its structure. The church is apparently well known for its huge timberwork 15th century turret. The nave is 13th century with a 19th century south aisle and chancel. The brick west wall (facing the camera) is dated 1653 and features s-shaped cramps which serve to secure the belfry timbers.
So why am I posting such an odd and unrelated selection of photographs? Well, I suppose it's because when I lived in England before I missed most of this. I used to be dismissive of this country - it is all too easy to see the yobs, the hooligans, the litter, the poor public transport and the crime and forget about all the good things the place has to offer. But when you look beyond all of that England is a lovely country with a rich natural, architectural and historical heritage that can be seen on practically every corner, if you know where to look. There is beauty in the mundane as well as in the extraordinary, and I'm pleased that my eyes are now more open than they were before in order to see it.