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