(I wrote this from Heathrow on Friday afternoon, so I am back-dating the post for the 15th)
Flying over England, it looks exactly as I would have imagined it: a crazy patchwork of green fields, each separated by a picturesque hedgerow or stand of trees. In the city, each of the rowhouses has a long, narrow back garden. It is incredibly charming and very British (to this American).
Also, it freaks the hell out of me to drive on the left side of the road. (But I try to be open-minded. Notice that I did say left, not WRONG.)
