A British Holiday

A British break, Sam, cheerful voice, storyteller Jamie, companion, loves food and teasing, Sam, gender fluid, depending on how you edit, towel bridge, big bend, red bus passing, speed increasing. Two. Sam, voiceover. Welcome to England, where the weather has four seasons in one hour. Jamie wears a raincoat, holds an umbrella, it's sunny. Sam turns around and smirks, yo. Jamie, sun's out, might snow in ten minutes, fancy afternoon tea in Notting Hill, lost between Oxford, castle, Oxford, cobblestone streets, old architecture, slow motion, cinematic, jid, Sam, exclamation, if Hogwarts is real, it must be somewhere behind that cafe. Cafe, Windsor Castle, Jamie wearing a plastic crown, pretending to be a king, Jamie, bring me my crumpets, and also, Wi-Fi, Cotswolds Village, old village scene, with thatched roof houses, green fields, stretching out, birds chirping, gentle sunshine, air, Sam, here, time doesn't pass, it, strolls gently, Jamie sits eating pie by the stone wall, nodding, this pie just healed my soul, and probably clogged my arteries, sunset at Brighton Beach, slow motion shot, the two walk along the beach, the orange sunlight gently covers chimed Sam, traveling a thousand miles to realize, the best journey is with the right person, Jamie pushes Sam onto the sand, Sam falls over laughing, the camera shakes, Jamie, too deep, back to fish and chips, train leaves Kings Cross station, it's starting to drizzle, Sam, softly, thank you England, for being weird and lovely, like a Beatles song, come for the castles, stay for the vibes.