E is for….England.

20th June 2020

This England. Land of the Angles. Angleland. Or even Angeland. Well, from the BBC website:

It was Bede who first articulated the idea of the English people. In 732, he wrote his ‘History of the English Church and People’, in which he treated the inhabitants of lowland Britain, whether Saxons, Jutes or Angles, as one English nation.

He traces the name back to a tale from the 590s. The story goes that Pope Gregory the Great saw some fair-haired and fair-skinned slaves in a slave market in Italy, and was told that they were Angles. ‘Not Angles but angels,’ he replied.

It was a lovely pun, and somehow created an idea, which one senses in Bede, that the English were a chosen race.

And it does seem we have been especially blessed. A wonderfully varied landscape, all sorts of resources, a ‘moat’ to protect us from our enemies. And eventually a Royal Navy. Which we need even more now to keep the French and Spanish trawlers at bay. Perhaps we can start shipbuilding properly again and revitalise the ports of which there are so many around the coast.

Here is a link to some of the beautiful places of England.


And it mentions pun; the English are very good at puns. Playing with words. Interestingly, much like the Jews who have so many wonderful comedians. Thank you, Mel Brooks, thank you, Tom Lehrer, thank you, Shelley Berman. The last has passed on, sadly.

I love England, and Kipling put it well (makes good cakes too so they tell me).

God gave all men all earth to love,
But, since our hearts are small
Ordained for each one spot should prove
Beloved over all;

That, as He watched Creation’s birth,
So we, in godlike mood,
May of our love create our earth
And see that it is good.

That’s just a bit of his poem. I had an Atlas of the British Isles when I was 8 years old. Lots of fascinating information. Flora and Fauna (two sisters?) topography, rivers, fish, wartime stuff, place name meanings etc, etc. And lovely maps.

The Ordnance Survey do wonderful maps. The best maps in the world-probably. As an advert once might have put it. Come on, you remember. Poring over them for hours, out walking or cycling with them in my paws, with sweat coming from my pores!

That’s English for you, amazingly versatile, frustrating for the foreigners, many who have come to these shores over the years and stayed. Because it was safe. And they could raise a family, secure that their children could make something of their lives here. Those of us already here may not have always been very welcoming (the English reserve), but with a bit of give and take as they say, it has worked out quite well.

And there’s Scotland and Wales and Ireland that have shared our heritage, and been instrumental in how this land, which we call ours, has been shaped. I have Scottish and Welsh roots as well in England. Sadly, not in Ireland as far as I know. Although my first name might come from there, so perhaps I am wrong. That would be good.

We have left the EU. It has taken far too long. And we should not have joined in the first place. But we like Europe and those who live there. But we want to call them French and Spanish and Italians. Germans, Dutch, Danish. I could go on, and I am sorry if I didn’t include your country if you are not from one of those.

But I will mention what a nurse from the Czech Republic said to me. Joanna I think her name was. She told me that they say ‘Ahoy’ for hello. Like the sailors do. The Vltava river which runs through Prague is navigable well upstream from the city, so sailors from England could travel well inland. So, if you haven’t been to Prague you now know how to greet people.

Coming back to England I sense a dark cloud with this nonsense over Covid 19. Who is trying to exploit it? Those who don’t want us to leave the EU. Well we have, but please Boris don’t pay them any more money. Because I know who is behind this and have done for a while and I am not pleased. More than that I am furious, with a burning blue, intense, hot flame.

And because I died last year, I am invincible. They cannot touch me. And more importantly, I have the Most High just above me, sheltering me. One of his angels, from Angeland. And I am looking forward to you joining me, if you will, to kill the beast/s that threaten this Beautiful Land from inside and out. And purge it of all that is evil and wicked.

And with the One who is the Light of the World in our hearts, so we can be a beacon of light to the world.

P.S. Here are links to the other countries in the British Isles.

W is for…..Wales

S is for…..Scotland

I is for…..Ireland

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