In the midst of rains and floods we managed to catch some blue skies during our christmas break we spent in England. Here driving through some beautiful places on our way to Cumbria – The Lake District. ALMOST where that sea monster lives, but only almost.
When we got there it was a lot of water….
There also was a dear dear friend there waiting for us with a pasta salad and a flask of coffee. Our goal was to walk up Cats Bells (where some scenes from Star wars is recorded apparently) and celebrate with cake, cheers and coffee on the top. But it showed harder than we thought to get to the bottom of the hill since the valley below was flooded and me and Nigel had no survival boots on like Tim had.
Warming our hands enough to open the packaging of the Wallace and Gromit cheese we transported with care from Sheffield.
I think cheese and cake never has tasted that good (and fingers seldom been that cold)But the mood was on top!
And the view was spectacular !
Trey happy amigos.
Getting down was to my great surprise even harder, I fell a few times and felt like Columbus when walking through the dark forest. At some point Tim had to give us a piggy back over some deep puddles/miniature lakes and when we reached the time we’d been walking for over 4 hours! Quite a contrast to my daily 10 minutes walk to the busstop. Pub meal as a reward and then fantastic company by the Christian and Cottingham brothers.
It felt like taken from Snow-white and the seven dwarfs, when I the next morning sat in the massive kitchen of a farm house, by a long wooden table surrounded by the same crowd. Definitely capture this trip in my hope-about-the-furute-box.
Cumbria, you will see more of the Swifts!