It was a typically East Anglian day: mild, overcast, peaceful. A lake, a meadow, trees, some cows. Unspectacular. And, as we stopped to contemplate the scene, my companion quietly muttered “Constable country”. She was right.
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It was a typically East Anglian day: mild, overcast, peaceful. A lake, a meadow, trees, some cows. Unspectacular. And, as we stopped to contemplate the scene, my companion quietly muttered “Constable country”. She was right.
Flickr version here.