Tea & Crumpets anyone?

This summer my family & I will be galavanting along the streets of London while finding ourselves enjoying high tea, a little Dickens, shopping at Harrods and immersing ourselves in the British lifestyle.

Here's a little British literature by famed author, Charles Dickens.... May this summer in England inspire me to explore more of the British culture.


How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!

How soft is Nature's calm repose
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!

The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.

This summer my family & I will be galavanting along the streets of London while finding ourselves enjoying high tea, a little Dickens, shopping at Harrods and immersing ourselves in the British lifestyle.

Here's a little British literature by famed author, Charles Dickens.... May this summer in England inspire me to explore more of the British culture.


How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!

How soft is Nature's calm repose
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!

The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.

This summer my family & I will be galavanting along the streets of London while finding ourselves enjoying high tea, a little Dickens, shopping at Harrods and immersing ourselves in the British lifestyle.

Here's a little British literature by famed author, Charles Dickens.... May this summer in England inspire me to explore more of the British culture.


How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!

How soft is Nature's calm repose
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!

The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.