I am abseiling down into a graphite mine in Lake District on the wettest day of the summer. Why am I going underground again? I thought I figured out that I don't like dark tunnels.
Chatsworth House is busy and impressive. Yet, I was more captivated by the beautifully kept gardens that surrounded the house.
Usually I prefer to cook my meals and save some money. However, a dining experience where everything – taste, appearance, smell, and texture – is carefully considered is a real treat. Such is the fine dining experience at an old Lake District country house called Askham Hall.
I knew that Barter Books is one of the biggest second-hand bookshops in the UK, yet I didn’t expect it to be so great.
An autumnal festival with torches and treats. But, instead of witches and monsters, all sorts of animals are celebrated. This is a fair full of food, music, and crafts. And, of course, a torch-lit procession.
The smellscape takes me right to the Mediterranean. But I can feel no wind, and the ceiling is made of plastic. I am in a giant greenhouse-bubble.
Travelling to London just for one night sounds a little silly, though. A weekend in London sounds much better.
After driving by the sign that announced I was now in England without even having to slow down let alone being stopped by border control, I stopped worrying. This was my first time crossing the border. First time in Northern England.