Haworth, England, home of the Brontes. One of the coolest places I have ever been because of my love of their books. Admittedly, I should not have arrived on the night of Halloween and listened to a night-time ghost walk in the graveyard. Especially because I was traveling alone.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania some time of the night, Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight; And there the snake throws her enamelled skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in. -- William Shakespeare, A MIdsummer Night's Dream
Edale Cross, Peak District, England- Though I want to travel back to England in general, just love this pic. It evokes a certain feeling. I imagine walking out on the moors dressed in a lovely cosy big sweater, holding a mug of tea and taking in the wonderful fresh air while lifting my face towards the sun. hmmmmm.