I see I'm a little late to the party, but I'll add my bit anyway. I love, first and foremost, the fact that I can live here legally with my English gf, which we cannot do in the US. But I also love:
The color of the sky here, and the way the clouds move so fast.
The place is so wonderfully
green.You only need air conditioning one week out of the year, which is not enough to justify the cost of putting it in.
The intensity of the sun, when it's out. And I love how British people seem to rush out into the street en masse, the first time the sun comes out bright and warm in the spring.
Fresh air, even here in Harrow. At least it
smells like fresh air most of the time.
Buildings that look old, ARE.
People freely admit to getting drunk and being hungover, without the slightest shame. A nice change from the US where you cannot even have a civilized glass of wine over lunch without being referred to the "Employee Assistance Program."
Adorable pudgy-looking British Shorthair cats.
London.
Public footpaths that go right through people's yards, and no one is going to come out of the house with a gun and chase you because the public right-of-way has been there for hundreds of years.
Public transport that is actually easy and convenient to use. Haven't experienced that since I lived in Brooklyn.
People do not sneer at classical music and opera.
They also do not ask you what you do for a living within the first minute of conversation. In fact, they usually don't ask at all. And if it does come up, they certainly don't ask you what your day job is, when you tell them you're a musician or a writer. (Lest you think I am kidding, this actually happened at a friend's wedding we went to in the US. Somebody at our table asked my gf what she did. Upon hearing that she was an opera singer, he asked with a "knowing" look, "Yes, but--what do you
do?" She fixed him with that withering look that the English are so good at, and said,
"I sing opera.")
Going to France for the day.
Dinner party conversation seems much more interesting here, and in Europe generally--people seem less afraid to bring up serious subjects, intellectual subjects, or topics that might be controversial.
Putting cream on everything, pouring butter over things, bacon, sausage, full bodied Cheddars...this is not a fat-phobic culture. (The press may hate Atkins but the food made it easy...lost 40 lbs on it over the past year)
Standing in front of the big John Lewis on Oxford Street and hearing every language in the world spoken as people go by.
The Bombay Brasserie's Sunday brunch.
No one cares what church you go to. Or if you go to church. Or what your spiritual beliefs are (or are not) generally.
Some of the most beautiful gardens it has ever been my pleasure to behold.
I could go on but I ought to stop here....
Emily