First, an apology for the delay since my last entry. I’ve just flown from Canada to Britain, and have been without a regular internet connection, and the time to sit down and pen an entry. Plus, many friends and family to see.

Ok, look, England, I know I have been hard on you in the past. Your antiquated, sickening attachment to the whole idea of “class.” Your population’s inability to deal with weather that is remotely cold or hot (by which I mean anything below 10C or above 20C). And your subways that refuse to run after midnight (HONESTLY).

But England… it’s good to see you. Really, it is. To be able to walk around outside in little more than a light jacket, and not feel severe Arctic winds penetrating my bones with cold… to see daffodils in February… to see grass that is actually greener in winter than in summer… well, it’s nice. Really really nice.

Unfortunately, due to early industrialization, a lack of public money for urban upkeep, crappy recycling programs, and litter litter everywhere, people (especially the English) can forget how beautiful this country can be. But when the weather’s right, and you’re in the right area, this country is really beautiful. Not beautiful in a mountainous, sublime, grand way, or in a heavenly, tropical paradise way – more in a soft, rounded, gentle green way.

But there’s one thing about this country that people don’t notice, and they should. The birdsong. I think it’s generally held in ornithology (although I’m no ornithologist) that in hot, tropical climes, birds have the freedom to evolve flashy feathers and crazy mating displays, but in colder, higher latitudes, such tomfoolery is not permitted, when simple foraging, nesting, and maintaining a constant body temperature are more pertinent. Instead, birds in these climes have to keep their looks modest (brown and boring), and instead use other ways to attract mates – complex, dazzling songs. Now, this idea is probably way out of date – I’m sure there are half a dozen bespectacled ornithologists refuting it at some university somewhere at this very second.

Nonetheless, for whatever reason, the birdsong in this country really is more beautiful than the songs I have heard anywhere on earth.