As we left Keswick in the Lake District, we were feeling pretty smug. We were only four days in and confident we’d seen the most beautiful scenes the UK had to offer. We’d been up a mountain, we’d taken pretty pictures of ducks on lakes. What more could one ask?
Then we crossed the border to bonnie Scotland. Continue reading
Turns out this little isle of ours, you know, the Great British one, is bloody beautiful. I sort of knew that, as I live near an alright hill and I’ve cycled round the Isle of Wight. I know there are beauty hot spots. But I’ve never really ‘done’ Britain, certainly not up t’north.
My friend Hannah is from Leicester and she’s always laughing in my face at how bad my geography is once you get north of, well, Bristol. She moved to Sheffield. I presumed that was next to Glasgow – they’re all just sort of next to each other, once you get up north, aren’t they? Continue reading