I love England.
Though I’ve never been there, I feel sentimental about:
Maggie Thatcher, Churchill, the Union Jack, Tower Bridge, “There’ll always be an England,” Wordsworth, Parliament, Queen Elizabeth I, Elizabeth II, The late Queen Mother Elizabeth (love the pics of her and the King during WWII, Oxford, Alfred the Great, the English language, Isaac Newton, King Arthur, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Elizabeth Browning (and her husband, whats-his-name), Vivien Leigh, William Wilberforce, William Caxton, William Harvey, William Shakespeare, Prince William, the King James Bible, Mother Goose, Big Ben, Greenwich, the Lake District, the Thames, Richard the Lionheart, Sherlock Holmes, Wedgewood china, the Crown jewels, Magna Carta, Rule Britannia, penicillin, Radar, the spinning jenny, the steam engine, the electric motor, the locomotive, the sandwich, the lawnmower, the bicycle, the pencil, the Spitfire, Queen Victoria, Chaucer, Lord Nelson, Windsor Castle, Halley’s comet, Gilbert and Sullivan, the concept of free enterprise, the Industrial Revolution, the Victorian Age, and the greatest English genius of all, Joseph Gayetty, the inventor of toilet paper.
No list is complete with adding G.K. Chesterton; Hillaire Belloc; Cardinal Henry Newman; and Thomas More.