Picnics, Sheep, and Parachuting- Week 1 Recap

Young Rascal here.  I haven't seen you guys in a while! I fell loose of my every other day posts I've been trying to complete- I'll have to repay you with one astonishing, jaw-dropping amazing post.

While the day is still ripe in North America, and it's hardily began in Australia, over here we are among the colder hours of the night- and since our day of activities has long since been fed, I have some time to sit back, relax, and reflect on the most amazing week we've had.

It's been filled with picnics with sheep, even in the clouds, money-growing trees, and my dear friend the stinging nettle. What an incredible journey this trip has been so far- and it's barely begun. As we pass the one third marker of our vacation, these are the memories engraved in my mind. What memories they are. 

In Ferris Bueller's words "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." Sometimes one must stand back and soak it all in. I like to close my eyes and let the good memories rebuild my character- let them be a part in defining who I am. I let the bad memories make me stronger, braver- I just try not to let them define me.

That's what I am doing, although this vacation has been mostly good (99.9% good, Stinging Nettles take away 00.1%, although having a good laugh about my bad luck was 0.1% good, and nothing bad, so it all evens out in the end). One of my favourite ways of remembering is looking at old photos, and I thought maybe I'd end off this post with a few never before seen photo's of the BP's vacation- part one.

Waterfalls in the Yorkshire Dales

The Fences That Divide Plots Of Land

A Beautiful Swamp

Curous sheep

A Gentle Stream And An Old Barn

Ancient Ruins With A Beautiful Back Drop

The "Hugging Tree" (my name for it on a count of the fact that it's branches look like there reaching out for a hug)

Lovely Flowers

More Lovely Flowers

Beautiful Views

A Lookout

The Sky in the Water (I like to pretend it's the entrance to a different world)

A Parachute Guy 

Cumbria Skies and A Parachuting Guy

Duck Gang (or family, but gang's more exciting)

A Lovely Stone Building Which is Older Than The Country Of Canada Itself

xoxYoung Rascal

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.

My name is....


















Youngest Rascal!!!

Did you guess?


xox Youngest Rascal