There is nowhere quite like a southern English county on a bright May day with a lovely bucolic view. An idyll, an arcadia.
Looking at this sort of view feels overwhelmingly nostalgic. Constable must have painted here, Wordsworth must have poetised here, Austen did live here! – well, up the road in Chawton. And who wouldn’t want to live here in one of the delightful cottages. I couldn’t resist and snapped all the front doors…
I can just see Lizzie Bennet marching through the fields round here. Not getting worried about her dress in the mud and being infuriated with Darcy.
So for those who love an England that sits contentedly in the past I give you Selbourne, a quintessential English Pastoral.