That the man who had been trying to hard to blow up nature is capable of stopping to look at it is, actually, a little surprising. A little surprising and also a little funny, enough that Childermass lets out a faintly amused huff along with the smoke from his pipe. He takes the pipe away from his lips again along with the sound, turning his head only just enough to watch Lambert out of the corner of an eye.

"Suppose so," he'll kind of agree. It's not England, but he's also extremely biased there, so take it with a grain of salt. "I'm more impressed by the mountain than the lake, though that she could make all of this makes enough sense. It is her realm. Everything around us is likely just an extension of her magic, not unlike how the Celebration was an extension of the Host."