Suzanne,
I am a huge Anglophile and read and watch everything from the UK, Australia, and New Zealand that I can. Right now I'm watching a detective series through Netflix called "Wire in the Blood". I devoured Frances Hodgeson Burnett, A.A. MIlne, Lewis Carroll, Kipling, and E. Nesbitt as a kid, then graduated to Agatha Christie, Ngaio Marsh, and Margory Allingham. It was Roald Dahl for my kids and J.K. Rowling for my granddaughters. Fawlty Towers, Red Dwarf, Rumpole, Duchess of Duke Street, on up to Doc Martin, Monarch of the Glen, Vicar of Dibley, Inspector Frost, and the Last Detective. Gah, I could go on forever but it would exhaust me.
I stopped in London for a few days when I was 8 and remember these salient details: the toast was put in little racks on the hotel dining tables and was cold; my sister and I flushed the toilet 100 times so we could pull the chain; the Buckingham Palace guards were scary; our taxi driver swore at us when my dad made him rush to the airport then didn't tip him much. That's about it, heh.
My mom got to visit Scotland with my stepdad about two years before he died and said it was the most gorgeous place she'd ever seen. I'd love to visit there someday, if only to hear the poeple talk. And Wales too, the Welsh (at least the ones I've seen on TV) have such a lovely lilt to their speech.
Speaking of Lewis Carroll, I memorized Jabberwocky when I as little and still remember it word for word. "Twas brillig and the slithy toves........"
