I have lived around Windsor, England, my whole life long: and I never stop loving it.
This morning was one of those quirky moments: my son had a football match at Home Park – the stretch opposite the castle, overlooking the railway – and I grabbed my camera, resolving to take a few snaps while my husband stood on the sideline.
Britain was behaving. There was not a hint of rain; a perfect deep blue Autumn sky, glittering low-slung sunshine, and all the tourist delights of one of Queen Victoria’s favourite haunts at my fingertips.
Sometimes, a picture paints a thousand words.
Come walk round Windsor with me.