I love London. If you’ve read previous posts, you’ll see that earlier this year, I was living in London. Well sometimes when you love something, you have to set it free. Or some other malarky.
I’m not going to get in to the nitty gritty of it, but let’s just say that employment opportunities are slim in this economic climate of ours. So when the boy was offered a new job in Los Angeles after becoming one of the hundreds of newly unemployed vfx artists in London… Well, what do you think we did?
We booked the shipping company, moved in with his parents until our flight, and went to the Lake District.
The Lake District (aka The Lakes. Yes, we are on a first name basis.) is a national park in North West England in the county of Cumbria. It’s an area of picturesque landscapes, lakes and fells just as popular with holiday makers as it is with sheep. In fact, you’ll be treading the same paths as grazing sheep as you partake in fell walking, tramping and rambling, the most popular of Lake District past times. Just ask William Wordsworth and the other countless poets, writers and artists who have been lucky enough to discover these pastoral scenes.
I’m going to be going through all of my lovely Lakes photographs in the next few days, telling the story of our travels in chapters. In the mean time, here is a taster:
Oh, and don’t forget the waterproofs!