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Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Pendant les vacances...
Im back from holiday, bloggin on schedule as duly noted before. Higlights/ Lowlights
Kendall Mint Cake is LUSH! Its puuure sugar but all solid and nice and I think i shall stock up on some before we go on the D of E. Yes.
Thats all The Lake District is. Because in truth, its all hills, cows, sheep and more hills. Add hiker boots and an exceptionally catchy chant (Who's Group Five? La la la la etc) and VOILA its the DofE expedition in one.
My favourtie moment has to be when visiting this random Priory in the middle of nowehere. It had been around for centuries and centuries and was all tranquil and delicate. Birds singing in the trees and the somewhat peaceful bleating of sheep, the rustle of summmer breeze and the sound of the river lapping at the banks...
Then our car alarm went off.
My apologies to the monks.
Oh, and even after a visit to the remains of one of the Roman Empire's greatest feats of engineering, my mother still insists on calling it "Adrian's Wall"
Old dog, new tricks... c'est impossible.
Kendall Mint Cake is LUSH! Its puuure sugar but all solid and nice and I think i shall stock up on some before we go on the D of E. Yes.
Thats all The Lake District is. Because in truth, its all hills, cows, sheep and more hills. Add hiker boots and an exceptionally catchy chant (Who's Group Five? La la la la etc) and VOILA its the DofE expedition in one.
My favourtie moment has to be when visiting this random Priory in the middle of nowehere. It had been around for centuries and centuries and was all tranquil and delicate. Birds singing in the trees and the somewhat peaceful bleating of sheep, the rustle of summmer breeze and the sound of the river lapping at the banks...
Then our car alarm went off.
My apologies to the monks.
Oh, and even after a visit to the remains of one of the Roman Empire's greatest feats of engineering, my mother still insists on calling it "Adrian's Wall"
Old dog, new tricks... c'est impossible.
