I walked eight miles in the Lake Districts. The last mile was the hardest. And then I came back to London to learn that giaan had done 23 miles in two days as part of her Duke of Edinburgh requirements. Eight miles suddenly seem very, very short.

While walking up this road with Sam, my hat was caught in a gust of wind and carried off into this paddock. I scaled the drystone wall and retrieved it, amongst spectacularly disinterested sheep.



This lake, Buttermere, is owned completely by the National Trust. My theory is that it was so beautiful, the National Trust knew it had to have it all.



Bowness Lake:



*thought of arrch and ratal when I saw this sign*

Fowl deeds afoot!



May Fandom Follow You Wherever You Go



Johnny Depp saying that his children tell people he does "pirating" for a living, M also pictured:



I Cook!



Me: *spoils the view again*



On the way to Grasmere:



Until I actually stayed in them, I had no idea backpackers' hotels would be this nice:



That's where I slept:



The Lake Districts are indescribably beautiful:





Climbing up this mountain hill, I felt very Sam-and-Frodo on the road to Mordor.





AND THEN MY CAMERA RAN OUT OF BATTERIES.