There are odd, weird things that you miss when you move country. Things that, if you’d never left, you never would have eaten again. You wouldn’t miss them.
For me apparently, the “it” is crumpets with golden syrup. It was cold, I was in England, I regret nothing!
We had driven across the land mass to the far side, and planted ourselves in the centre of the Lake District.
The plan had been to park ourselves down the road from Beatrix Potter’s House (where I needed to make pilgrimage), and then ride out each day from there all over and around the hills and lakes.
Yes, well. The rain and hail I spoke of in Whitby, may have followed us across the country to Near Sawrey and become snow.
Near Sawrey is a beautiful little village. It is what I would classify as “typically English” in terms of villages. They had a pub, but not a store. You had to drive to the next village for groceries.
We made a lot of new, and good friends that week. In the local pub. While drinking pints. With the locals. And the sheep. I even learned how to pull a real pint!
There was snow, there was rain, there was more snow. It was incredibly picturesque!
It was also cold and wet. Himself and I have since discovered that the best way to make us stop is stick us in the middle of no where with no means, and no drive to escape.
It was perfect! We were surrounded by all the glory of nature, while in a gorgeous little cottage all our own, and I was able to see Peter Rabbit, Benjamin Bunny, and Jemima Puddle Duck in exactly the paces that they were written about.
(Himself also does a mean Old Mr McGreggor impersonation too! You’ll have to ask him about it!)