(Being fair to fair England)
I've never been to the United States, but I remember strolling along the narrow streets of some small town deep in Kent or Cheshire, passing an old church, quaint houses, stone walls and neat hedges - and feeling: this is where America comes from. And thinking that it was a good place to come from.
(I liked to pop into the local Anglican church in Beckehnam. Architecturally, it was as Anglican as it gets and there was a cosy, so to speak, graveyard around it. One day, when walking down the path made of old tombstones, I took a closer look at the one I was just standing on and saw the date: 1776)
PS I'd love to visit Massachusetts some time. Either because of my cousins, who live there, or just for the sake of the name's sound.
