England, specifically the Cotswolds, is so pretty and green and pretty and lovely and pretty. Just driving around is a treat because of all the pretty. Even with all the overcastness and the rain, it's been pretty. Pretty pretty pretty. I've been to a tower folly place and a manor garden place and a cute town with a stream running through it place and some other places, and yeah, I think I might remember the names of those places, but I'm not sure. Jay took me to a pub last night where we had juice and fish and chips. Did you know it gets darker later here than it does in LA? It does. It's weird for it to still be light outside at 10pm. I guess it's a lattitude thing.