I have a list of places in Britain to see, which we strike off as we go. C has truly been “forced” to stop and smell the roses — slow down more and visit the wonderful places in his own country, with me around. Which is a good thing.
So last weekend, we headed out for a day in the Lake District. One of the advantages of being “centrally located” in the UK is that going North, or South, is equally within manageable distance. Just strike out and go. Anyway, as an old friend who travels often to Europe with the Navy often says, “you can’t lost in an Island”. That brings me comfort that if at any point my car should hit a big body of water, I can just say “ooops” and turn back. Not knowing which particular town, village or city around The District to stop at, we randomly chose one from our faithful reference, the Reader’s Digest Travel Guide to Britain (yes, how sophisticated, no?). Finger stops at — ta dah! — Windermere (idem sonam — “Wind the Meer”), punch that into the SatNav” (English translation for “GPS”), and yes, we’re good to go.
When we got into town, we parked our car and decided to walk towards the Lake — which is probably a good idea considering we were in THE district. My impressions: Clean and beautiful. The terrain of Windemere busily curves up and down, left and right. So different from the flat, rigid grids of Chicago. We had a nice sun and a friendly winds, the day was perfect. A lot of people out, — fabulous. :) I loved the simple, sturdy architecture of the homes facing the lake, and their beautiful windows that view out to the Lake. And of course, the Lake.
At some point in the about 2 mile walk down to the Lake —
“Are you peckish now?”
I swear. I do NOT speak English —
“Am I WHAT?”
“Peckish? oh THAT Peckish.”
English translation : “feeling the beginnings of hunger.” Mental note to self: Really need to add that to growing arsenal of English words/vocab. And how coindental that right in front of me I should see a sign for “award-winning CORNISH Pasty”. Nice association. Cornish — which I usually associate with “hens”, paired with “peckish” pangs. And importantly, I’ve never had a Cornish pasty. Thank you, Cornish Corner Cafe Bar & Takeaway for my giant Pasty —
Yeah, nice and fat. Nicely overloaded with stuff. And the view inside the little devil —
That was delish. And yeah, the “mushy peas” on the side as well. A bit like baby food, but good.
We will be back to this area. Next time, we’ll pick another town, which I am sure will be equally beautiful. :)