The Romans called the city of Chester Deva. Back in their day it was an outpost in the wild north of the country, sandwiched between the marauding Northern tribes and the Welsh in the south. The fortifications around the city, including the walls are largely intact. It gives you a strange frisson to walk those walls.
Speaking of walls I've also walked a little of Hadrians Wall in Northumberland (north east England) It's pretty muc in ruins now but you can only marvel at the achievement. Every stone, every baulk of timber, every bucket of mortar was hauled up steep hills by what must have been very pissed off Gaulish and Syrian auxilliaries. How those guys coped with the bleak climate of Northumberland makes me smile. What a posting!

Honorary Englishman Bill Brysons hilarious and affectionate look at his homeland makes me howl. It's one of those terrible books that makes you want to read passages out to anyone unfortunate enough to be in the room with me but I'm usually snorting and sniggering too much to make sense.
Pretty much everything Bryson writes I would recommend

I was going to name Washington Irving's 'The legend of the Headless Horseman' at first because, reading that at about age 10 I had my first connection with literature. It's not exactly a startling insight but there's a part where Ichabod is going home through the woods and all the ghost stories he has heard that night come back into his mind just when he doesn't need to remember them. I thought, 'Wow, that happens to me'
Then around the same age I read Treasure Island. I'm guessing this would be a very popular choice. What young boy wouldn't put himself in Jim Hawkins' buckled shoes?. Images from that book have stayed with me for 40 years. The raw horror of Jim, trapped at the top of the mast with Israel Hands climbing up after him, knife in his teeth and murder in his heart. I remember feeling real sympathy for poor Ben Gunn longing for cheese while he lived among untold but useless riches. Then there was the confusion engendered by Long John Silver and his shifting allegiances. Jim the son he wanted and him the father figure Jim wanted. A truly magical book.

Hugh Jackman
There are some actors who are genuinely appealing. I'm not talking in a sexual sense, they just come across as nice people, people you'd want to spend time with. From interviews I get the impression that Hugh is one of those. He's an Australian which makes him a tad more...grounded than the typical Hollywood superstar.After all Aussies are very nearly English.

I went with my kids
that is the excuse I use
to justify it.