The last two days have been spent in the Lake District, ye olde stomping grounds of Wordsworth and Beatrix Potter. The weather has been great, even if the fog kept us off Lake Windermere until the afternoon. We did get to go for a two-mile ramble in the country-side, which was great.

Two things I’m learning: the struggle of focus and expectation management. It’s no small thing to try and focus the attention of others when there are a dozen comments to make and a million things to see. “I’d like to direct your attention” is such a quaint 20th century notion, really. Corral would be a better word, perhaps. Having been to this area before, it’s also interesting to handle my own expectations of what we can and cannot do: what gets added to the itinerary and what gets cut. Every side street tells a story, which means there are a million good things you’ll  ever hear.

Still and all, this land with its lakes and little lambs is beautiful. Now it’s on to a castle and some Sunday roast.

I’ve added some pics from the area to my Flickr stream. You can check them out by clicking on the three bars in the top right corner of the page.