Give me cold, salty air and breathtaking views and I'm one happy camper. This weekend we drove down to Devonshire, a county of towns on the southern coast where my husband spent many summers as a child. I've always said that I prefer my happy place of Cape Cod in the winter, and I found this experience was much the same. No crowds, beautiful views, bundling up for a windy beach walk, and snuggling by a fire in a warm, old pub afterwards. There's something so nice about England in the winter; I'm actually really glad we came in these colder, cozy months.