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Why “Notes from Foggy Albion?”

Russian state media often labels Britain “Foggy Albion.” At first it grated; now I’m claiming it. “Albion” (c. 400 BC, likely Celtic) predates the Romans and, English-born, with Welsh blood and a British heart, I’m happy to own it.

Is Britain Really That Foggy?

Hardly. “Foggy” feels more myth than meteorological fact. This north-west European isle of rolling hills and babbling brooks is skirted by 11,000 miles of quite spectacular coastline, and is home to clean air and a delightfully temperate climate; neither deadly beast, weather extremes nor raging volcano on these shores.

What You’ll Find In This Blog

Me waxing lyrical about the physical beauty of this little island. Plant-based plates, moss-soft footpaths, pleasant vistas and musings on Britain’s long and peculiar story.

Food & Foraging: seasonal, plant-based recipes.
Slow Travel: coastlines, canals, ancient footpaths and Celtic trails.
Culture & Curiosities: from Stonehenge (5,000 years young) to warm beer, morris dancing and cheese chasing.

Albion’s timeline is deep: earliest human remains going back nearly a million years, our oldest school founded 597 AD, oldest continually occupied house dating to 1148 AD. The modern politics and culture may be messy, but the landscape still sings.

Come Along for the Ride

Immigrants from all over the world have always, and still, risk all to reach these shores. Settle in with a cuppa, browse a few notes, and maybe feel a tug toward greener days. Subscribe, comment, or simply wander the not-so-foggy path with me.