During the second week of the Easter holidays, I took off to the Lake District. It was glorious. After a seven-hour drive, I arrived at the hostel. Didn’t really go anywhere after that because I was exhausted.
Sunday, I woke up early and I started my holiday in Hawkshead. It’s a small village with some literary roots (Beatrix Potter and William Wordsworth used to live there), and I explored the little shops. Then, I walked to Tarn Hows through meadows and a forest. I also got lost a little bit, but it was worth it when I finally got there.
When I got back at the end of the day, I was really in the mood for some Pride and Prejudice. I blame the fields and mountains because it was like Mr Darcy could appear any minute. (Anyone remember that scene at the end of the film?) I watched the BBC-adaptation, the movie with Keira Knightley and I read the book. All things Pride and Prejudice, all week long.
On Monday, I took the train to Manchester. Since I am thinking about moving there once I’m done being an au pair, I figured it would be smart to see what the city was like. It was amazing, and I can totally see myself living there. While I was there, I almost got my nose pierced. I changed my mind at the very last minute when the girl in front of me burst out into tears.
The next day, I had planned to take my bicycle (yes, I bought a bike. How very Dutch of me.) out and cycle to Grassmere, but the weather was horrible, so I just took the car instead. I went to Ambleside to see the Bridge House and to drink some coffee. Also bought a couple of books there. I can’t go on a trip without buying at least two books. Or six. After Ambleside, I drove to Grassmere, but I didn’t actually go to the town itself. The only thing that I really wanted to see in Grassmere was William Wordsworth’s cottage. I love seeing how writers used to live (or live, but you go ahead and try to get into the house of a famous writer that’s actually still alive).
Wednesday I walked another 15 miles – from Hawkshead to Wray castle and back through the national park. Wray castle was a bit of a disappointment because it was quite small and there wasn’t any old furniture in it (which is what I want to see when I go to castles or old houses). The grounds of the castle and the national park made up for everything, though. I visited the Grammar school in Hawkshead and had some ice cream before going back to the hostel.
And then, on Thursday, I went back home. I missed Aldershot. It’s good to be back.