Merry England

The history of one pleasant myth

London. Photo by the author

I am back in London and have an impression very similar to my observations five years ago when I first came here. I am in good old England. I said this to my wife as we drove home from the airport, fascinated by the atmosphere of London streets full of freedom, diversity and relaxation.

Everywhere I looked it was the same: quite narrow lanes where pedestrians are more comfortable than cars, old, almost medieval pavements, pubs and taverns at every turn. Huge plane trees and roses almost everywhere (the Brits are good at gardening, my wife said).

Old England became for me a place of spiritual refuge and a new home. I found a new family here and many new friends. The creative atmosphere of London’s picturesque streets, conducive to leisurely strolls, has consistently served as a source of inspiration.

London, Camden Town. Photo by the author

Since then I have seen this picture hundreds of times. However, the etymology of the expression “good old England” has never been a subject of my contemplation. It is evident that this expression is not merely a component of culture; rather, it serves as a manifestation of political discourse that has been employed by Britons…