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Published: August 5th 2010
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The Lakes District
Picture perfect homes After a three hour drive I hit the Lake District; you guessed it, it was raining, though I was half expecting to be as this area is renowned for the rain and it wouldn’t look like it does if it didn’t get the rain. The lakes district is all that and a bit more, very English, lush landscape, lakes with windy roads, stones streets plenty of open spaces, stone houses, thatch roofs, ducks, flowers pretty, pretty flowers, this is defiantly Beatrice Potter land you can see where her inspiration came from I felt as though I had walked into a story book that’s how magical the Lake District is.
I found the Castlerigg circle of stones it wasn’t too far of the main road, and boy was I a little excited, I really cannot express how excited I actually was. I put on my trusty rain bird grabbed my camera and off I went, I opened the gate and walked up the field which was full of sheep, one of them wasn’t too happy to see me and charged at me, I just kept walking and he turned around and took off thank goodness, I was getting a little worried imagine
The Lake District
Homes made form sone being attacked by a sheep of all the thing to happen to someone “how was your holiday well I was attacked by sheep” HEEE.
Into that circle I go I was like a kid with a new toy so very excited, I walked around the stones placing my hands on them I was completely captivated. The curiosity that a place like this raises in you, what sorts of thing really happened here, was it times of celebration and rejoicing or was it times of death, torture and despair. I like to think they celebrated life here and worshiped the gods, so let’s leave it with an air of mystery.
I remember my crystals so I ran to the car and grabbed them, the lucky few that got to come on holidays with me. I placed them inside the circle and did my thing. Well the heavens opened and it absolutely poured I was soaked to the skin, and loving it, I must have looked like a goose; never mind. I was laughing and having so much fun its moments like these that I have been dreaming of and now I’m living the dream. The rain actually gave me a good
Me
I thought it was time I took a photo of myself hour in the circle on my own; no one else was game enough to walk in the rain, that’s what I think and I’m sticking to that.
When I finished I headed back to the car and I noticed a man sitting in an ice cream truck looking out his window at me, he must have been thinking we have a ripe on here. I hooped in the car I was freezing, and made a snap decision to make my way to my nephews house in Watford only a four drive away; dripping wet, my motivation was I knew there was double bed waiting for me a room of my own a hot shower and of course some terrific company; Wade. My phone wasn’t working and had been out of action for four days also I had now internet either so I just hoped Wade was home and that he didn’t mind me not giving him any notice. He does know I’m coming, he’s just not sure of the day. As I drove on I passed the sign welcoming me to England so I grabbed my air trumpet and blew it, TOOT TOOT I made it here YEH, unfortunately my
air guitar was in the back seat.
About two hours away from Wades I tried my phone once more it worked so I made contact, Wade was very excited to hear I wasn’t far away, and he also said he was looking a nothing but sunshine woo hoo. I arrived to be greeted with big smiles and big hugs I had few to deliver form other members of the family back home. It’s been three years since I saw Wade last; this was great he’s so loveable. He lives with two other fellas, Andrew who is polish, Brendan from Australia and a temporary lodger Cameron from Aus who is looking for work and somewhere to live. It’s nice to have a base and some familiarity.
My week with Wade was great we caught on each other life, I met Wades girl friend Shafeeka she is very beautiful English and works as a high school teacher.
We went for a very long walk about five hours along the canals they run all over England; there were so many boats on the canal with people making them their homes. A lady was heading out of her boat with a towel around her
head (she must have had a shower) I said well you have the life don’t you; she said a little sheepishly well this is my first week and I’m trying to adjust. As we walked on I could see a couple struggling to open one of the gates then I realized why that lady was trying to adjust, imagine opening and closing those heavy gates every time you want move along the canal, thankfully we live in an age of long life milk.
Wednesday I headed of the St Albums where my grandmother lived, they had a huge street market on. I was so surprised it was like an open supermarket you could by all your groceries here. What surprised me the most was the fact that all the food was in the open unrefrigerated, uncovered, even some of the meat products were just sitting out on tables not iced. No I didn’t buy anything to eat thank you very much.
I headed out toward the St Albans Cathedral which it is the oldest Cathedral and Abbey in London. It is a wonderful mixture of eras and architecture. Thousands come here to give thanks to St Augustine and light a
candle at his shrine. Many have reported their prayers to have been answered after visiting his shrine. The Abbey was built by the Benedictine Monks and together the Cathedral and Abbey cover a very large area. It was a show of stain glass windows, saints, angles, terracotta tiles there were extremely old paintings on the walls and pillars that had faded over time. It certainly is a beautiful and grand piece of history. As I walked back from the Cathedral I came across a small section of a Roman wall that was built by the first roman settlers in England, it had managed to survive over time.
On the Thursday Wade Shafeeka and I went into Cardiff Market I nearly died when went to buy a ticket for the train it cost me 18 pound to travel 40 minutes into the city, that’s 32 Aussie dollars. The trains move like rockets at such a speed. We walked out of Cardiff Station and I was hit with the sights of a wild and wacky place, people of all races, and a real mix of personalities. There was the flamboyant, the loud, the hippy, the wild, the angry, the bright and the
beautiful.
I was snapping my camera away happily, I took one of a couple handing out flyers for piercings as they were very colorful, well that was a mistake the female walked toward me ready to rip my head off so I casually smiled and walked off. Wade said you need to be careful, oh really you don’t say, any way I am a little game and up ahead there was a group of men with fantastic mow hawks, shaved hair in fantastic style and colors, and that was just their hair, they yelled at me and said I couldn’t take photo off them unless I paid them a pound, forget it, everyone in it for a dollar hey.
The buildings were really artistic it really was a place of free expression. They were motor bikes made in to a seating area, and the stalls had everything from silly little Tid bits to hand blown glass, jade from New Zealand, paintings, cloths, and leather goods, jewelry of all sorts and great take away foods. There were a lot of references to horses as the area was once stables. Some of the stalls were actually set in the stalls. I really
enjoyed my day here it was bright colorful and educational to say the least.
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