Say “British Invasion” to folks of a Certain Age, and they’ll usually think of one of two things: the Rolling Stones or the Beatles.
Disclaimer: those are the first two things I think of too, and now I don’t know if I’m of “a certain age” or just an old soul.
And yeah, I think it would be cool to see a concert of the Fab Four or the Stones in their prime, but really. I’d like to stage a reverse British invasion. This would not be a big invasion. Actually, I’m not sure it would be an invasion at all.
Because it would just be me.
I start to feel this way whenever I visit the ladies over at Jungle Red Writers and see the latest round of fabulous pictures from their trips across the Pond. Gorgeous manor houses. Beautiful gardens. The quirky fun of Portobello Road (pictures I can’t see without humming the song from “Bedknobs & Broomsticks” – there, see? I’m doing it again).
I keep seeing all these people “taking a break” from the internet or social media because “they are seeing the world through a screen instead of my eyes.”
There’s a very good reason for this. I am unlikely to get to visit any of these gorgeous places any time soon. I have two kids in private high school. One is getting ready to go off to college (I keep saying I’m not paying for it, but, well doesn’t every parent say that? Reality may turn out much differenly.)
And other bills. I’ve got a lot of those, too.
I like reading biographies of kings and queens, too. Those folks lived in opulence.
So bring on the screens, I say. Let me wallow in those luxurious pictures. The lovely flowers, the manor houses and castles from fairy tales. The verdant lands of Scotland and Ireland, with their heathery moors and moody landscapes. Bring it all on, I say.
And one person can absolutely stage an invasion, if only in her imagination…right?
Readers, what about you? Are you up for a reverse invasion?