the english countryside, as it turns out, is exactly what the pictures in my pediatrician's office, never let me go, and my imagination cracked it up to be. perhaps my predetermined love for the place is much like how some obsess over paris or their cats. 
when the possibility of visiting sam's home in the english countryside arose, i begged begged begggged him to make it happen. so part way through my london stay, we armed ourselves with cornish pasties and lion bars and then took a choo choo an hour south of london to lewes, sussex. 
it really was more than i imagined: a perfect little high street with perfect little shops. a cozy pub with local beer and quirky games. a river. a castle. windy roads and steep hills. colorful doors. a former house of thomas paine. a bookshop from the 15th century
it was a storybook. {really all it needed was heath ledger as william thatcher riding through on a horse.}