I must have a knack for capturing men in photos grabbing themselves. But I promise you I didn't notice the guy in this one until I was transferring the pictures from my camera to my computer. I don't seek these people out, they just happen to be standing in front of the British prince.

The band in the changing of the guards. It's one thing to be a male flute player. It's another to be a male flute player wearing a big fuzzy hat.

A part of Windsor Castle. Rapunzel not included.

A cottage and garden in the Cotswolds. I like to think really nice British grandparents live here and not just rich yuppies whose primary residence is in North Hampstead, London.

Your stereotypical English cottages. I can just smell the tea brewing and the scones baking.
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