Goodbye England! Part 4

Well, maybe just 'au revoir'. England, with your dry stone walls and luscious green grass.

"Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent
spray's edge -
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song
twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!

- Home thoughts from Abroad by Robert Browning.

Well, we were there at the end of April and beginning of May. I saw my beloved Bluebells, the Lilac was in full bloom, there was still blossom on the trees, Lily of the Valley were were just starting to flower. Wild flowers were abundant and the early morning and evening birdsong had my eyes brimming with happiness!

Main: taken on our 8-hour bus tour of The Cotswolds.
Extras:
- Evening fire in the cottage and eating different local cheeses with wine
- Red postbox and pretty house with Wisteria in the village of Charlbury when we went to visit my father's and gandparents' graves.
- Friendly horses looking up as we passed on our bus tour.
- Our two planes: my son's in the background with the Maple leaf for Canada Airlines and the Swiss flag on the tip of the wing as we taxied along to the runway.
- In the clouds back to Switzerland, my second home.