Picnic In The Clouds and Stinging Nettle

Our English adventures continue, and what an adventure we're having! Today we set off on the car ride to the lake district, but the adventure began even before we got there. Driving in England is definitely something to get used to! I felt like I was Alice in Alice Through the Looking Glass because everything was backwards, even the steering wheel. I actually quite loved the drive though, there were beautiful views and lots of trees.

Once we arrived, we got our carefully packed picnic and went on a long but lovely walk up a giant hill (I think it was more mountain like, yet a hill it was) where there was the most incredible view I've seen in my entire twelve years of existence.

 I like to refer to this as the picnic in the clouds, since we were awfully far from the ground and I felt like I could almost touch the clouds (although I couldn't quite, in my imagination I most definitely could) . We ate bread, cheese and salad and drank sparkling water (my big brother, aka old rascal thinks sparkling water tastes gross, but I believe it's one of the most delicious things on the planet, I also feel oh so fancy drinking it). The picnic was superbly fun.

I can't do a post on the lake district without posting a picture of at least one of the lake district's lakes, that would be criminal.

Although this garden may look innocent, it is far from it. You see, one particular English plant seems to be especially welcoming to me. What plant it that, you may ask. Well, it is the absolute worse plant possible... The stinging nettle. It all started yesterday, when we were going on a walk, and on the other side of this very garden, what was there? A large quantity of stinging nettle. At this time I was uneducated on the existence of a sting nettle, and so I took my left foot the slightest bit off path, and BAM the stinging nettle pricked my foot. A pain sparked, it almost felt like getting burnt, and just when  the pain went away, I started breaking out in hives! I am definitely not wearing sandals on my next hike.

Fish and Chips

 I give complete photo credits for this post to my mom, my camera was out of energy, and needed a day to recharge, just as many of us do when we're out of energy.

xo Young Rascal

Report From Northern England

The BP's have arrived in Northern England! Get ready for three weeks of across the pond blog posts... but there's one twist. These blog posts are written by another BP. Guess who? Read on to find out.

We have arrived in our smashing little English country cottage and are more than excited, oh so beautiful it is here, as well as absolutely stylish, incredibly charming, and superbly chilly (not like the burning hot 35 degree Celsius summer that awaits us at home).

        I believe that this view enhanced the overall enjoyment of my life so far purely by its beauty.

 Today as we were walking around the downtown of our little village there were at least 20 cows in this field in the middle of the town (see picture above). Obviously, it filled my imagination with five million thoughts of impossible things. Like, for example, what if there was a cow field in the middle of Toronto? That would spice up city life.

 I couldn't help but imagine how Scout would love squeezing her little snout in between the beams of the bridge to overlook this glorious river view.

The Local Church

 Have you guessed who I am? I'll give you one last clue... I enjoy leopard... maybe too much leopard.

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Youngest Rascal!!!

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xox Youngest Rascal