Like nowhere else on earth… Pretty much every place looks different, if you look closely and know what to look for. Flying over North America, it is hard to ignore the drama and theatricality of the terrains. Crossing the Sahara desert into Egypt at night, the lights look like convoys – as the development snakes only along the Nile river. The neat, clipped, flat terrain of the Netherlands are pretty unmistakable if you’ve seen it a few times. But sometimes it is hard to tell. Roads, buildings, fields, shacks – you could be in Brazil or Africa. Possibly even Asia somewhere. And is that scene beneath you in Colorado, or the Outback? But there is an instant, clear, immediately recognizable look to England from the air. A particular style of manmade and natural, complementary more than juxtaposed. I see this and I know I am home.