I miss you. This is the first winter in six years that you are not waiting on the other side of Christmas to cheer up my dreary post-sunshine days. I will have to find another justification for my blanket-wrapped, Biscoff binge-eating evenings (but between us, you are still my favorite). There are and will be other British television series to watch, but I will always remember you. I miss Anna and her patience, Carson and his dignity, Sybil and her daring, the Dowager Countess and her tartness. (sometimes, I even miss you, Thomas.) They say all good things must come to an end, but I don’t see why. Maybe someday, I will be able to visit Highclere Castle in Berkshire to see what you all are up to. Tea time, probably.
For those of you also interested in visiting the locations from Downton Abbey, this is an amazing interactive map produced by Wayfair.co.uk :
I like clicking on each location to see the photo of what it looks like “out of costume.” As you can see, the show was filmed all over England and even Scotland, from Basildon Park to Byfleet Manor to Inveraray Castle. I don’t know about you, but I am already mentally planning a Downton themed vacation….
Even though I haven’t been updating this blog very recently, I’ve still been dreaming about faraway England. As I was researching this hub about Yardley of London’s English Lavender, I came across these photos of lavender growing in the English countryside. Fields of gorgeous purple, set against the open blue sky…. seems so peaceful, so picturesque. And as the Michigan winter is inching upon us, I look out the soon-frosted window thinking about rippling rows of fragrant lavender that will be blooming next June, and I feel a little warmer inside.
I’m sorry to realize that I haven’t been posting on this blog for about two months now. In truth, I haven’t been on the internet that much at all. But the holidays are now over, and I’m looking forward to my new routine, determined to spend time on this blog. I may not always have time to publish a full worded post, so to make it easier, sometimes I may just publish a quote or a photo or whatnot. A happy new year to you, and let’s raise our teacups to the world of Anglophilia :)
So what is an Anglophile exactly? The roots of the word come from Latin and Greek, meaning “English” + “Friend”. According to the world’s best and worst encyclopedia – Wikipedia – “Anglophilia represents an individual’s appreciation of English history. Alongside Anglophiles who are attracted to ‘traditional’ English culture … there are also Anglophiles who like pop and rock music from England and the other countries of the UK … as well as British news and entertainment … and British cars … and British contemporary culture in general. Fondness of the British Monarchy, British bureaucracy … as well as British Empire nostalgia and the English class system, may also be considered Anglophilia.”
There you have it. An Anglophile is simply someone who isn’t English and yet loves everything and anything about England. If you are an Anglophile, you will know this already, but if you aren’t, you might want to know how to spot one for scientific purposes. Some common symptoms of an average Anglophile are:
commited to watching Masterpiece Theater every Sunday night, especially when an import from BBC is on
spells things differently on purpose, for instance: “gray” becomes “grey”; “theater” becomes “theatre”; “spelled” becomes “spelt”; etc.
drinks tea instead of coffee; advanced cases refuse to drink anything but British import
gets into heated debates on the slightest provocation about whether the 1995 version or the 2005 version of “Pride and Prejudice” was better
occasionally wakes up in the morning speaking in a British accent
would rather watch Monty Python than Saturday Night Live anyday
reads old English books as quickly as if they were comic books
knows what “snogging” means
gasps in disbelief when Jane Austen is misquoted (“Lost in Austen,” how could you??)
checks the weather in London on a regular basis
These are only a few of the consequences of rampant Anglophilia. If you or someone you know is an Anglophile, there is no need to feel ashamed! You are not alone – there is a whole world out there of people obsessed with England. Together we can change the world!
Born to be English, I was, for some reason, given American parents. At any rate, I find myself much at home with only Jane Austen and the BBC to keep me company. Although I have never sunk my heels in English soil, I fill my thoughts with all things British - from the literature to the music to the accents. I am an Anglophile at heart!