With the weather cooling down, our next stop on our travels was the Lakes District of England.
We drove firstly to a town called Heysham where we stayed with friends for the next few days. They lived right next to Morecombe Bay, a beautiful expanse of water, bordered by lush green hills on one side, and a nuclear power plant on the other… we just looked towards the green side!
On our first full day there we got our history on and visited Hadrian’s Wall and an incredible archaeological site called Vindolanda. This area was so lush and green with a few farm houses scattered far apart. One thing I noticed about England’s countryside is that everything is owned by someone and sectioned off neatly by a fence or hedge. Looking from the top of a hill or from a plane it looks like a patchwork quilt of slightly varying shades of green, some striped where it had been ploughed. Even the woods of tall trees were bordered and ended abruptly – quite different from Australia.
Walking along Hadrian’s wall was incredibly peaceful and pleasant as we soaked in the beautiful landscape. Much laughter was had over the hilariously timed bleats of sheep from the fields nearby, interrupting the serenity and our conversations. I must admit I also spent most of my time admiring the wildflowers – ok maybe weeds, but they were pretty!
Then, I admit, I geeked out over Vindolanda – an archaeological site that is still being uncovered and excavated. It was an ancient Roman settlement where thousands of incredible artefacts have been found in amazing condition. From leather sandals to a birthday invitation (the first recorded piece of writing written by a woman). Definitely whipped out some of my Ancient History knowledge from school there – Mrs Mitchell would have been proud.
The next day we went for a walk through the Lakes District near Rydal Waters. It was a beautiful day, despite being a little chilly, and it truly is a beautiful place to walk and clear your head. It was so nice to breathe in the fresh air surrounded by green hills, clear lakes and dense forests.
We hopped across stepping stones into a wide cave with beautiful reflections of light off the shallow water. Later we stopped on a small beach by the lake where we were joined by ducks and families with their dogs who were brave enough to frolic in the freezing water.
After a lovely late night walk to the point near the house overlooking the lake and nearly being blown off the cliff by the strong winds, we ended our stay in England ready for our flight to Nice, France the next day.
Stay tuned for the most magical location on my trip!
Where is your favourite place to walk and escape the business of city life?