This was down the road from our hostel overlooking Lake Windermere from afar. There were some roads, much like this one, that I couldn't resist walking down. It is just like the sort of road I'd see in a story, much like one from Wuthering Heights (which I only just finished--I loved it!) or some other nature-oriented gothic-romantic novel. They seem mysterious somehow, snuggled into the countryside, the end of the road unclear.
After walking down that mysterious road, I indulged in another urge--climbing a tree. Tree-climbing is probably my very favorite talent. This is my favorite moment in England so far.
We stopped for lunch in the charming little town of Pateley Bridge, and I absolutely fell in love with it. One always imagines the picturesque English village, with its friendly, heavily-accented residents, the old buildings, narrow cobblestone alleyways, and cheerful potted flowers. I had disillusioned myself prior to coming, ridding that quaint image from my mind--determined not to be disappointed. However, I'm pleased to report that Pateley Bridge was my dream come true! It fit the picture in my mind completely perfectly. It was charming, and even more than I'd imagined. I loved the short time we spent there.
This was taken at Fountains Abbey. As this picture really doesn't show much of its majesty, I'm mostly putting it up because I was playing with the color accent setting on my camera and I thought it looked cool.
I love old cemeteries. Is that strange? This particular cemetery was just next to the Bronte parsonage in Haworth. I have pictures from at least half a dozen others, though. I just love cemeteries. I think they're really interesting. Perhaps I'm morbid. I remember there being one particularly neat stone, though: "Time was I stood as thou dost now, and view'd the dead as thou dost. Ere long thou'll lie as low as I while others stand and look o'er thee." Almost gives you chills, doesn't it? The Bronte sisters would have seen that exact stone--what a neat feeling!
This was down the road from our hostel overlooking Lake Windermere from afar. There were some roads, much like this one, that I couldn't resist walking down. It is just like the sort of road I'd see in a story, much like one from Wuthering Heights (which I only just finished--I loved it!) or some other nature-oriented gothic-romantic novel. They seem mysterious somehow, snuggled into the countryside, the end of the road unclear.
After walking down that mysterious road, I indulged in another urge--climbing a tree. Tree-climbing is probably my very favorite talent. This is my favorite moment in England so far.
We stopped for lunch in the charming little town of Pateley Bridge, and I absolutely fell in love with it. One always imagines the picturesque English village, with its friendly, heavily-accented residents, the old buildings, narrow cobblestone alleyways, and cheerful potted flowers. I had disillusioned myself prior to coming, ridding that quaint image from my mind--determined not to be disappointed. However, I'm pleased to report that Pateley Bridge was my dream come true! It fit the picture in my mind completely perfectly. It was charming, and even more than I'd imagined. I loved the short time we spent there.
This was taken at Fountains Abbey. As this picture really doesn't show much of its majesty, I'm mostly putting it up because I was playing with the color accent setting on my camera and I thought it looked cool.
I love old cemeteries. Is that strange? This particular cemetery was just next to the Bronte parsonage in Haworth. I have pictures from at least half a dozen others, though. I just love cemeteries. I think they're really interesting. Perhaps I'm morbid. I remember there being one particularly neat stone, though: "Time was I stood as thou dost now, and view'd the dead as thou dost. Ere long thou'll lie as low as I while others stand and look o'er thee." Almost gives you chills, doesn't it? The Bronte sisters would have seen that exact stone--what a neat feeling!
