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I’m back in my very favorite place in the world–my grandfather’s farm in the Peak District of England, which now belongs to my uncle Frank.
Tonight I went for a walk up the lane, and here’s what I saw:
Two views of poppies in a field of corn (wheat).
The top barn.
A field of my uncle Frank’s bulls.
A curious bull that wanted to make my acquaintance.
The rocks at the top of the land near the moor.
The view across the valley.
Meadow grass in Bauston field.
The lane to the wood.
An old stone wall in the wood.
The outcropping of Bauston Rock.
The sun setting at 10:20 at night.
The Year of Living Englishly 
Thank you for your wonderful photographs and for sharing them with us!! They cause me to want to move to England immediately. (Don’t worry — I cannot. I’m in my mid-60’s and disabled; my neurologist has ruled out flying even to Seattle from San Francisco, much less from San Francisco to Heathrow!) I visited England many years ago and truly loved it. Thank you for bringing back many wonderful memories.