This past weekend I went with the Davis’ to the lakes and by all accounts it was, to quote the catchy synthesized Car’s lyric, just what I needed. There is just nothing like the stunning landscapes, thatched roof cottages, and hand built cobblestone walls that divide everything into micro-manageable rectangular plots. I love the compartmentalization of it all, as if every blade of grass or mossy path should have it’s own prescribed partition. It’s O.C.D. paradise.

The difference between this trip and my last to the lakes was amazing as well. NOT camping is a wonderful notion and enjoying a warm house and even better a hot bath was just what my soul longed for. Added to the warmth was that of the Davis’ who, in combination with the landscapes put before me, made for a perfectly relaxing and comforting atmosphere. I left that brief weekend fully recharged for life, my love of England rekindled.

I haven’t felt this good in a long time.