I don’t miss much about England – quite fond of Heinz baked beans and the occassional can of Strongbow cider. Melton Mowbray pork pies – they’re quite good. But in general – nada.
Apart from the trees. You have such good trees in the UK. Great big, leafy, woody trees bursting out of the ground – thrusting up into the sky.
Oaks and horse chestnuts. Ashes, elders and yews. Fanbleedintastic.
Don’t get me wrong – they have trees in Portugal – but for the most part the hills have been scraped bare and replanted with pine and eucalyptus leaving just a few areas of natural cork oak and castanha. I love proper trees and I miss them. So next time you’re out for a stroll in the woods or a park, somewhere in sunny Inglaterra, just walk up to a tree, introduce yourself and give it a big hug from me, go on I dare you…
I didn’t surf today.