I spent this week teaching a creative writing workshop and then driving to Bristol for CrimeFest. Few things are lovelier than sunny spring days in England, when the lilacs and wild roses are in bloom and the farm fields roll on and on, green and rich, across the hills. CrimeFest was, as always, great fun. The commute was equally great, because while I was driving at 70 mph along the motorway, I kept hearing “Jerusalem” in my mind.
So here’s a version of that glorious hymn, with some English country views thrown in.
Hey, I’m flying to Austin in the morning. I get to be a bit sentimental about England today.