The weather has been spectacular since we stepped off the plane. Balmy, with puffy clouds in blue sky, and it feels very, very good. We motorway through very dry fields bounded by rows of trees, and forests, glimpses of Celts, Picts, Saxons, Vikings, Normans, and Angles in the dark shadows among the green. England, like much of northern planet Earth, is suffering from a drought. A golf course is mostly dry brown with patches of green. Northward. .