Here in the Lake district, we're closer to Glasgow, Scotland than we are to London. It was here that a few of Britain's most beloved writers found their home and inspiration, John Ruskin, William Wordsworth and Beatrix Potter. It was easy to see why. As I step outside into any of the many villages that dot the various lakes, the birds were chirping, the sun tries to come out, there is a gentle breeze, the riotous colors of all the flowers, one can't help but burst into song, poem, or sonnet. The sign said, 'take a walk through the tarn behind the cottage'. What's a tarn? Who cares. I took that walk and it led past some beautiful English country gardens and fields and meadows and forded some streams. This was what England is all about.
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