Apparently, Britishness is about having bad teeth. Who knew? Not I – until a conversation with an American friend enlightened me to the stereotype (and a quick Google confirmed it, because – I’ll be honest – I was sceptical). Honestly, this shouldn’t have come as a surprise to somebody who had eleven teeth removed and wore braces for two years as a teenager just to get things looking sort of normal, but what can I say? I just thought we were known for moaning about our terrible weather.
Which is something that we do. Intensely, and often.
But sometimes our weather can surprise us. And when it does, we are grateful and talk about it constantly and even dedicate blog posts to the topic. And on this particular day at the very end of October (read: Winter), it did just that. And so I seized the opportunity to explore one of the very most British of places, Kensington gardens, with two friends.
Incredibly, I had lived in London for over a year without ever visiting. Our walk started at the palace, and then went on, and on, and on. It’s huge. At points, it is difficult to imagine that you are in the middle of one of the largest cities in the world. Countryside would be believable.
And it was sunny!
The gardens are completely landscaped and a mixture of walkways, fountains and lakes, and the photo opportunities are endless. After an hour and a half, I felt that we had only just scratched the surface.
And so we walked, and I remarked several times and often about how excellent the weather was. Which must have started to annoy my friends.
But hey, I’m British. At least my teeth are OK.