Thanks to our friends Evan and Marrion who live in Machester, we were able to go to the lake district and back within a day. Omnimous weatherforcast dampened matthew's spirit at first but soon enough he turned into a happy boy wondering in the countryside. It has been my and marrion's misson to drag two canadian men into joy of walking in English countryside and it seems that they made a histric move today.

Glasmere, small town which is famous for 19th century poet wordsworth and his poet circle. We visited his grave, dove cottage where he lived, the garden where he wrote the famous poem daffodils from, walked around the lake in front of the cottage and had good food before heading back to Manchester. The lake was surrounded by moutainous hills and made secluded settings at all angles. There were a few camps set up near pebble beach where we walked around and the water,,, wow it was so transparent that you could see your own reflection on it. There were also a few victorian houses at the foot of the hills looking over the lake and women in their 30s perhaps from the houses were walking their dogs through the woods. How serenic can it be?

As much as I envy their lifestyle, I wondered if I could live there. Born and bred in the bustling city I probably won't be able to do as a permanent resident but surely I would spend my summer time there reading and enjoying nature. oh yes..