Foggy Albion

Albion to this day is used as a poetic name for England. It was widely prevalent in nineteenth century fiction and I must admit to liking it. It has an appealing, mysterious sound, suggestive of old castles, mist-shrouded valleys and allegedly supernatural phenomena. It was to this “Foggy Albion” that I was determined to go. I travelled to “my Albion” for the first time on 23 August, 2005, arriving alone at London’s Stansted Airport. As I mingled with the people in the crowded airport and listened to them speaking, I felt like I’d been hit over the head.