Mad dogs, Englishmen and I!
At the moment, my life is divided clearly into two parts: before and after England! Yes, yes, I know everyone is tired of hearing what a great time I had and how delightful the English are. But I can never tire of telling!
Fortunately, this account is backed up with photographs (I had to remove the photos due to some “technical” reason, though I can’t remember exactly what). Unfortunately, it is very detailed!
To many people of my generation, having been brought up on a diet of Englishness thanks to the sort of literature we were forced to read, it isn’t surprising that England holds a certain charm. Had I planned the trip better, I could have done a lot. As it was, I did manage to take in a lot.
In all, it was really a different world, so different that it’s impossible to describe. It’s true what they say—real life is stranger than fiction!
Lake District, day one (Keswick)
Lake District, day two (Crummock Water)
Lake District, day three (Castlerigg Stone Circle)
Lake District, day four (Buttermere and Scale Force)
Sheffield, Chatsworth and Stratford-Upon-Avon