Sandra and I drove up for an overnight in the historic townlet of Hawkshead. The gaggle of streets nestle under the gaze of Hawkshead parish church, perched on a hill, overseeing the tourists and travellers. Behind the church stretch some rural paths up into the hills, and out of the village. The sun was blazing, the sky was clear. and the trees were just beginning to come into leaf.
All was quiet, lambs gambolled in the fields – the perfect wedding anniversary walk…the perfect rural idyll!
