Ah the English countryside! The inspiration behind countless books, poems, songs, Mr Darcy and Downton Abbey. I’m busy having some solo Summer adventures in London at the moment (well they call it Summer but I’m not 100% convinced of that yet) but I kicked off my UK trip with a few days in the Lake District with my family, and lived to tell the tale. I thought I’d share some of my snaps of the pastoral life and I’ll also be posting a country-style recipe I cooked up in our little Airbnb cottage kitchen soon.
We stayed in a small town called Penrith on a farm in the most charming little loft style home named Owl Cottage.
The Lake District consists of a series of lakes (shocker), hills, mountains and miles and miles of lush countryside (seriously, there’s enough green to give Snoop Dogg a stroke) and a variety of little and littler towns in and around all of this. It’s a 4 & 1/2 hour train from London & just a half hour train from the beginning of Scotland (Carlisle). The lakes and towns aren’t more than an hour away from each other in any direction so you can get quite a lot of sightseeing done in a day if that’s your jam.
We did a leisurely hike up to Haweswater Reservoir which was rather small and anti-climatic. It’s supposed to be a 1 hour hike but we took 2 because my mother was with and she is not fast…I pretended I was in the Scottish Highlands. Or at least what I imagine them to be. There were sheep. I drank fresh mountain water out of the streams. My brother refused to drink any in case it had sheep poop in it
Had a seriously delicious pub lunch at the most gorgeous boutique hotel, Haweswater Hotel. Usually English pub food is disappointing because you pay a fortune for very average food- unlike virtually the whole of Europe the Brits are not known for their cuisine. It’s probably the real reason they’re pulling out of the EU; they’re embarrassed. But this beef & ale pie with veggies, red onion relish, thick cut chips and rich gravy with more than a hint of truffle was seriously top-notch. Went home and was paranoid that the cows were staring at me because they knew…