england's glory

7

Pride and Prejudice (2005)Locations

“Pride & Prejudice is a love letter to the English landscape from its director Joe Wright. It is a glorious rebuke to any underestimation of the power within our countryside. There are many smaller notes, where the film exults in the quieter glories of England. There are long wet meads with small tufts of reeds; modest rivers weaving through flat meadows; small woods perched on ridges over long fields; all moist, green and rich. It is a landscape in sympathetic participation with the human, and pleasantly unique to us. It is, as Hardy would put it, “majestic without severity, impressive without showiness, emphatic in its admonitions, grand in its simplicity”.”

So we always have modern-day Greek gods but come on, imagine them in other periods of history please like there is so much potential

Apollo as a renaissance artist in Venice, painting watercolors of the sun, crafting songs and harmonies, visiting the sick with his work that always seems to help them recover, sketching women more beautiful than a summer’s day.

Artemis as a huntress in Celtic Ireland, war paint and bow, axes and spears, running through glens and marshes, hiding in the undergrowth dressed in animal pelts.

Ares as a medieval knight in England, seeking glory in jousts and tourneys, mastering pike and sword and lance and flail, clothed in steel and blood.

Athena as a World War Two commander in Bletchley, calling the shots as she scours maps, planning out blitz raids and spy operations, typing at machines and decoding foreign enigmas.

Hephaestus as a factory worker in the British industrial revolution, face lined with ash, stinking of iron and smoke, watching chimneys pump the skies grey.

Hermes as a Colonial settler in the Americas, atop the ship’s mast with spyglass and pistol, bartering with natives, swindling and travelling, scouting out the New World and bringing communication to the old one.

Hestia as a World War One housewife in Britain, growing vegetables and making her own clothes to keep up the war effort, sending telegrams to shellshocked soldiers in the trenches, keeping children safe in her house by the fireside.

I mean, come on. Historically diverse Greek mythology. Let’s make it happen.

6

“Pride & Prejudice is a love letter to the English landscape from its director Joe Wright. There are many smaller notes, where the film exults in the quieter glories of England. There are long wet meads with small tufts of reeds; modest rivers weaving through flat meadows; small woods perched on ridges over long fields; all moist, green and rich. It is a landscape in sympathetic participation with the human, and pleasantly unique to us.”

(Press review)

Songbird

Originally posted by gaylwt

Shorter than usual cos I only had an hour and a half’s freetime but has become one of my favourites :) Thank you to those that greeted me happy birthday today (Oct. 20th), I hope you all enjoy reading this one as much as I did, writing. Love to you all -Iz xx


In the wee hours of no particular day would you and Harry load up into his Range Rover before driving off to wherever. Sometimes, the two of you would venture off into random parts of London you had yet to explore despite living in the city for years. Other times, you would both find yourselves in a quaint little town, not too far from the edge of either end of England, basking in the glory of the countryside.

The spontaneity of ending up in a random new town always appealed to you both and so again this morning, you rise early to begin the journey.

“Bagel?” questions Harry, who holds a couple in his hand for the toaster oven. You nod, yawning with a cup of tea your own hands.

Harry hums softly to himself, waiting for the bread to heat whilst stirring the tea you had prepared for him. It’s currently 5:14 in the morning, and while you both love a good sleep in, nothing was more glorious than exploring the world with each other.

He hasn’t been home for long and—unfortunately—he wouldn’t be staying for a while either. After two weeks apart, he has four days devoted to quality time with you before heading back to France for Dunkirk, the film.

You’d gush to him about how proud you are, trying to poke him for details about the film which he in return would spill ever to small secrets and inside jokes which you wouldn’t understand until the premier.

“D’ya need to go over your lines?” You ask, spreading cream cheese across your bagel. His head swivels “No”. You chuckle to yourself at the sight. With his longer hair, it would’ve shook alongside his head. The buzz cut has now centered it all.

“Bring your script, just in case, love.”

The heater is twisted to the max inside the rover as the two of you shiver inside.

“ ‘s a bit nippy.” Harry jokes, rubbing his hands together before placing them on the steering wheel.

You laugh. “Only just a bit”

“Where to, darling?” His voice is raspy but sweet as the effects of the early morning are still present.

Pulling out onto the road, you shut your eyes for a moment. Harry waits patiently beside you. This is a routine for you both; before heading off, you allow the universe to let you know where to go for the day.

“South.”

-

“What time is it, sweet’eart?” Pokes Harry, whose eyes are heavily set on the road.

You yawn. “6:30,ish. We’ve been going ‘round for a little under an hour now.”

“Hey,” He cuts in after hearing your yawn. “if I’m not allowed to be sleepy, neither are you.”

“You’re allowed to get tired, H,” You giggle. “you’re just not allowed to do anything about it. Otherwise, you’ll get us both killed.”

He only grunts in reply, leaving you to peer out the window and into oblivion. Within the sea of greenery, you find yourself lost in time. The concept of it all is cast away as in the moment, it’s just you and Harry against the world.

“Haz,” You whisper, afraid of disturbing the rising earth around you. “look at the sunrise.”

Peeking out from the edges, the sun steadily lifts itself above land and nestles itself into the sky. It beams down on yours and his skin, softly touching the curvatures of your face.

“I fall more and more in love with it each time.”

Harry’s fingers are quick to wrap themselves with yours. He breathes calmly, continuing on the open road.

“I think we’re almost there.” He says.

You glance at his sure face before nodding. If it’s not you God is talking to, it’s Harry he’s telling where to go.

“Alright, my love.”

-

“Haz.” You call out as he tugs you along. The crisp, icy air hits the exposed parts of your skin like shards. England does not lower its defenses in the morning.

“Haz!” Your voice raises, but he simply trudges on with you not too far behind.

“Where are we going?”

“Shh.” He laughs. Normally, the two of you would not advance so far from the path. However today, Harry insists on following the hidden path only he seems to recognise at the moment.

“We’re almost there, baby. I promise.”

You both stride along in a comfortable silence as the rest of the country begins their day, all vastly different from the one you’re having. Another gust of wind blows your way causing even Harry to tremble. He draws you closer but continues to advance forward.

Several minutes pass until you become tempted to ask what’s supposed to come of this pathway. Your mouth opens in hesitation, but is rapid in shutting itself as you then see where your boyfriend was so compelled to take you.

The sea greets you both with a warm wave as you stare breathlessly. From down the hill and beyond the dirt, the water was not visible. You hear the ocean thrashing meters away before turning to Harry, who only wears a smile.

“I came here once, with Robin, when I was thirteen. My mum was away in Wales with my sister, leaving just the two of us to explore. I’ve always wanted to go back but never knew where it was until today, when we started heading south. I remember that very road back there, specifically.”

“It-It’s… everything, Harry.”

He bites his lip as you clutch his figure, staring at where the ocean meets the sun. The endless sea of midnight, cobalt and bright, bright blue pose for you and him.

“I could stay here forever.” You mumble in the meadow of green and yellowing grass, surrounded by the rising sun and restless waves.

Harry shuffles around in the tall grass that surrounds your bodies, bending down to pet the meadow. He plucks a flower out from field and places it in your hair.

You turn to lay a kiss on his supple skin. He ever so gently leans into your body. A chuckle escapes your lips, even someone like Harry Styles still needs his warmth.

“And the songbirds keep singing, like they know the score…” Harry hums again, the same song from this morning. His brown hair blows back with the wind but you don’t hesitate to run a hand through it yourself as he continues. His eyes are shut, having never felt such euphoria.

“And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before.”

It is time to educate you people.

1. Britain is not England. England is only a part of Britain along with Scotland and Wales. (Northern Ireland is part of the United Kingdom, that’s another story tbh)

2. This is not the English flag. This is the Union jack, composed of the English flag, Scottish flag, St Patrick’s Saltire flag and jersey flag.

Scotland held a referendum 18th September to be independent from the UK. One of the concerns was weather or not the union jack would remain blue if Scotland did become independent. 

3. When you say “I can do a British accent” in a southern posh English accent. Britain has got many diverse accents, generally the lower you are in the UK the posher people sound and the higher you are in the UK the, well, less posh people sound.The fact is, we have so many different kind of accents that do sound different from each other that you cannot call that one accent “the British accent”.

I just felt the need to post this because I see so many people incorrectly thinking Britain and England are the same thing and getting the flags muddled up and as a proud British person who is from Scotland I get a little offended at times, it’s like England gets all the glory and we get left out.

If you feel that I’ve missed something out or that I’ve stated something wrong don’t hesitate to let me know. I’m always happy to learn.  

4
History Meme || {5/-} The Mother & Daughter 
Queen Anne Boleyn + Queen Elizabeth Tudor

“Just as Anne had hoped, this child would one day bring England to such glory and power that its name would echo down the centuries as one of the greatest monarchs that ever lived. But in the stifling confines of the birthing chamber, on that hot September day, none of this could have been predicted, for the child that Anne had borne was not the hoped for prince – it was a girl.”

3

“Just as Anne had hoped, this child would one day bring England to such glory and power that its name would echo down the centuries as one of the greatest monarchs that ever lived. But in the stifling confines of the birthing chamber, on that hot September day, none of this could have been predicted, for the child that Anne had borne was not the hoped for prince – it was a girl.“