The Trifecta

Perhaps it's because the hour is late. Or perhaps, it's because I'm only sharing my bed with the stuffed dog I got for Christmas but i feel the desire to write again. It hits me like a truck. An overwhelming, increasingly powerful, yearning, that can't be satiated by anything but the very sound of my fingers on the keyboard. Over time I've come to the realization that it takes a very particular trifecta for this yearning it start. First, I must be physically alone. Secondly, I must be on the cusp of or in the process of a great journey. And thirdly, the hour must been passed Cinderella's bedtime. If the trifecta isn't complete writing will not occur therefore, no secrets will be shared with the world.

For approximately the past two years I have spent only 6 nights physically away from Liam and of those maybe one night I stayed up passed midnight and zero nights when I was on the cusp of or in the process of a great journey. Hence, my writing absence of almost exactly one year to date. But then all of a sudden, I find myself cuddling a stuffed dog and checking the clock at 12:35 am unable to sleep. My mind is racing. I'm moving to the other side of the world! 

As my mind begins to trace the distance distance between Canada and Australia my heart rate increases a couple of beats per second. I feel a warm sweat begin on the back of my neck and I rub my forehead. Then I Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. Exhale (loudly). And open my eyes. Holy shit! I'm finally moving to Oz. 

This may not seem like much for a girl who wrote a travel blog from 30 different countries but for some reason it feels so different. Not more frightening (well the spiders are pretty frightening) but just more concrete. More fixed. Like somehow this was always meant to be. 

I'll explain, 
10 years ago I travelled Australia and came home singing that I'd live no where in the world but Canada or Oz. Then 8 years later when I started dreaming up my solo trip around the world I looked into Australian visa's and the Dietititian Association of Australia. I was determined not to come home to Canada after my travels and instinctively wanted to go to Australia. During my journey around the world I met the love of my life who turned out to be an Aussie and one with a visa to Canada. After almost two years in Canada, that visa is about to expire and it's time to go. The kangaroos are calling. ;) 

My family and friends keep asking me if I'm excited or nervous. And what will I miss about Canada? So, I created a facebook post about the things (I presume) I'll miss most about Canada but who is really to know? All I do know is that I'm definitely not nervous but I'm also not feeling overly, off the wall, excited. Don't get me wrong, of course I'm excited to move out of the Canadian Tundra but I don't feel that hair pulling, eye bulging, jumping up and down type of excitement. It's almost a calm, tranquil like excitement, if there is such a thing? But where does this tranquil sense of excitement stem from?

I went back to the very first facebook messages Liam and I ever sent each other to explore how it all fell so perfectly into place. It was by re-reading theses facebook messages that I was able to re-live our meeting, our separation and our chance reunion. I re-read how many things had to fall into place, almost perfectly, for us to be spending our lives together. And for me to be moving to Oz. 

I realize now that this tranquil sense of excitement can only stem from being exactly where you are meant to be. In life and in love.

xx 

21 Months

21 months ago I quit my job and sold everything I owned to travel around the world independently. During my travels I grew tremendously.  My views of the world evolved, my beliefs on life changed and what I value changed. I became a woman who understands her strengths, her weaknesses and her true value.  During this time I travelled to 30 countries and saw some of the worlds most remote and beautiful treasures.  I visited the Taj Mahal in a traditional sari, got a tattoo in Singapore, walked on the great wall of China, rode a camel around the pyramids in Egypt, bungee jumped off the highest building in the world, scuba dived in the Philippines, rode an elephant in the jungle in Thailand, went to the Theatre in London, and walked 900 km across the Spain! Those are the big things but the real things that happen when one travels can't be written in words. 

I set out to see the world. Not expecting to change or to 'find myself'. Yet, as the stamps collected in my passport, I too was growing. Changing in ways that are indescribable to the human mind. Indescribable to the heart. The world changed me. It sculpted me into a woman who had a greater acceptance for all things, people, foods and experiences.  The world, or travel, whichever you prefer, taught me like a gentle kindergarden teacher. Lessons about the value of life, myself and about difference. I look back now and realize how young in mind I was. How naive and afraid of change I was. The world changed that by giving me the opportunity to experience moments so unlike anything known to me that the only option was to evolve and adapt. When I reflect back on my life before this grand adventure, I don't even recognize the person I was. It is like I've had two lives and no longer know the other person. 

I believe with my whole heart that I needed this life experience to become who I was meant to be. And needed this life experience, the chance to grow independently before I could mature enough and become open enough to accept love into my life. In my 'previous life', I had experienced my fair share of relationships. Many of which I thought, at the time, were right for me. Now I realize, I was still too young and undeveloped to truly know the type of partner I wanted.  So, it was through leaving behind everything I knew and unintentionally finding myself that the most precious treasure of my journey walked into my life. He is my best friend, in every sense of the term. And the one who I will defy odds with, build an unconventional life with and conquer dreams with. 

So, here I sit in a coffee shop in Burlington, Ontario 21 months after my travels, reflecting on the beauty of the last two years of my life. Sometimes I think it was all the dream but then Liam kisses my forehead or grabs my hand and I remember it wasn't a dream. It was real and I made it happen! 

I travelled around the world, found myself, fell in love and returned a woman. There is nothing I would change about my journey, nothing I regret in my life and everything in life to look forward to! I can say without a doubt in my heart that the world is a friendly, beautiful place. And tonight I will fall asleep starting a map of the world on the wall in our new apartment. And tomorrow I will start a new job, in a new city and begin a new chapter of my beautiful life.  

Barcelona

Usually when blogging I tend to write a post on a country just after departing. This gives me the chance to really spend my time exploring the country's culture, tasting the food & getting to know the people. The short delay in writing also helps provide a clear perspective on the country and how it influenced me while travelling within its borders. However after leaving Barcelona my boyfriend and I immediately began our next adventure, walking the Camino de Santiago, which has left me little time to write. So here I am almost six weeks later attempting to remember our time in Barcelona and how I felt while travelling there. 

On March 19, 2013 my father, Liam and myself boarded a plane in Dublin, Ireland heading for Barcelona, Spain. We had throughly enjoyed Ireland but were in desperate need for some sunshine and tapas. The three of us rented a cute little home in a quiet district of Barcelona where we would spend two weeks relaxing. The cozy house had a balcony overlooking the main community square and a cramped but well equipped kitchen for some home made Ken Sommerfield speciality meals. We settled in qucikly to our temporary home and began exploring the nearby neighbourhood. 

Barcelona is a fabulous city for tourists as it offers many exotic and beautiful sites. We explored almost every area Barcelona had to offer and left wanting more. Below are many pictures of the various areas of Barcelona we ventured to. In addition, Liam even took a day going to Camp Neu the Barcelona football stadium which holds 100,000 fans. 

We filled our days seeing the sight of Barcelona but our evening hours were spent relaxing, eating my dad's delicious home cooked meals, watching life in the community square and playing cards over a bottle of Spanish red. Although Barcelona was a fabulous sightseeing city what sticks out most in my mind is the hours spent simply being with my dad and Liam. The opportunity to spend two weeks simply relaxing and enjoying the simple pleasures of life with the two men I love most made Barcelona unforgettable. I probably will have very few chances in life to spend so much one-on-one time with my dad with all the stresses of life removed. Although the city is breathingly beautiful what sticks out most in my mind now is the memories created and the time spent with my dad and Liam. 

My Daddyo and I in Barcelona, Spain.
Standing outside National Art Museum

A few of Barcelona from the National Art Museum 

I love you. 

La Seu Cathedral in Barcelona's Gotic District 

Wandering the streets of Barcelona and exploring the sites.

The beautiful little alleyways of Barcelona 

My dad and Liam marveling at the wonder of Sagrada Familia Cathedral.
Designed by Antoni Gaudi in 1852-1926.

A view of Sagrada Familia from the back.
It is always under construction. 

My dad in Park Guell 

This picture & the following four are shots from Park Guell.
The park was also designed by Antoni Gaudi from 1900 - 1914

(not the most flattering photo)
Liam and I with my dad at Quimit & Quimit enjoying some tapas.

Some of our tapas at Qumit & Quimit 

Beach Day!
Liam and I are Barceloneta Beach.

My daddyo enjoying a beach on the beach in Spain :) 

My Dad and I on the beach in Barceloneta.
Thanks so much for coming to visit us Dad.
We had a great month with you in Ireland & Spain.

Camino de Santiago

Via De La Plata 

Tomorrow Liam and I are about to embark on the longest walk of our lives. We will be walking 1000 km from the South of Spain (Sevilla) to the North of Spain (Santiago de Compostela).  The Via De La Plata, otherwise known as the Silver Route, is the longest camino piligramage.  The route was first used a trading road by the Romans to join the North and the South of Spain.  It then became a pilgrimage route, under the Moorish domination, when the North African Christians headed to Santiago de Compostela. This route tells Spain’s untold story.  The Via De La Plata is known as one of the most beautiful camino ways. The route will take us through some of the best preserved Roman ruins in Europe and to medieval Spain's churches and palaces. We will walk through patches of olive trees, villages with bull fighting, valleys full of blooming flowers and lush green mountains. No doubt the beauty of the Via De La Plata route will mesmerize and motive us to complete the 1000 km journey.

For more information on the camino ways please visit; Camino Ways

It is important to note that some people walk the camino for a spirtual reasons, others walk for fitness. However, we both wanted to walk the Camino de Santiago with a further motivation in mind. Sometimes in life we set out on a journey to help those we love. Sometimes we see such strength in those who suffer it also inspires us to overcome great challenges of our own. Liam and I see this 8 week pilgrimage as a great opportunity to raise awareness and funding for the disease Fredrichs Ataxia and in doing so share the story of my cousins Chelsey and Brittany who have this disease. Their experience living with Fredrichs Ataxia is one of suffering, yet it is also one of courage, resilience and hope. We know that Chelsey and Brittany's story will be a big source of strength and motivation for us on our journey. We hope it proves to be a reminder and inspiration for others too. Sometimes what we see as an enormous challenge in our lives is often insignificant compared to the physical, mental and emotional struggles of those who live with chronic pain, disability, and degenerative disease. For more information on FARA and to donate please click on the link; One Million Steps for Friedreichs Ataxia

When deciding what to take on this challenge of walking across a country the difficult decision arose of what to bring and what to leave behind. Many people have messaged me inquiring about whether or not we will be carrying our belongings and if so, what will we be taking with us. To safisfy those questions, below is a list of the items that will be making the journey with me. Due to having another piligrim accompanying me on this route some items will be shared between the two of us to share the load. 

1 pair of good quality walking shoes
2 sports bras
2 pairs of shorts, with built in underwear
3 walking tops, one with built in bra
1 walking pants
1 rain pants
1 zip up fleece
1 rain jacket
1 sleeping bag, comfortable to zero degrees
1 rain cover for backpack
4 pairs of socks
2 pairs of underwear
1 extra set of shoe laces
2 walking poles
1 extra t-shirt for sleeping
1 water bladder, carries 2 L of water (Liam has another which holds 3 L)
1 neck warmer
1 hat
1 waterproof bag for money, credit cards and passport
1 deck of cards
1 camera with case and charger
1 sunglasses
1 epilator for hair removal
1 ipod with necessary chargers
1 set of headphones
1 ipad with necessary chargers
1 power converter
1 kindle (which Liam will carry)
1 emergency sewing kit
1 Canadian flag
1 extra set of batteries
1 head torch
1 journal
1 Canadian passport
2 credit cards
2 extra platic bags
3 months of birth control
1 first aid kit (which I will carry) including; bandaids, baby powder, hand sanitzer, anti-nausea pills, anti-diarrhea pills, re-hydration tablets, iodine, water purification tablets, anti-septic cream, kendal mint cakes, voltarian cream, bottle of advil, sunscreen and safety pins.
1 tolietires kit (which Liam will carry) including; bug spray, tooth paste, toothbrushes (2), ear plugs (2), nail clippers, eye brow pulkers, hair brush, tissues, travel fork/spoon/knife utensil combo (2),  matches, extra toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, mascara, sunscreen, dental floss, hair ties,
1 camino scallop sea shell
1 camino passport
2 camino pins.

Buen Camino!!!

Happy Anniversary

April 1, 2013

Today marks my one year travel anniversary! Happy anniversary to me!

It has been 12 months since I started out on this amazing journey yet sometimes it feels like merely a few weeks. The last year of my life has gone by so fast but so much has happened.  I have travelled to 28 countries in 12 months only two of which were predominately English speaking countries. When I think back to the small town, Canadian girl who began this journey I feel as though she is a distant memory. This year of travelling has changed my soul, my perspective on life and my values system. I can proudly say I am not the same girl anymore.

In the last year I have seen so many fascinating wonders of the world and experienced some of the world's most beautiful hidden gems. The world we live in is such a beautiful place! It encompasses so many exquisite beauties many of which aren't published in travel guides. I've been blessed to have visited a few of these world wonders such as the Taj Mahal, Great Wall of China and the Pyramids of Giza. I've also bungee jumped from the world's highest bungee in China, learnt how to scuba dive in Thailand, rode in a hot air balloon in Turkey, taught yoga in India, went snowboarding in Sarajevo, met the worlds oldest monk in Vietnam, went to the theatre in London, met my Hungarian family in Hungary, drank Guinness in Ireland with my dad and went on a camel safari in India. On the flip side I have also had physically and mentally challenging experiences. For example, I was in Tel Aviv when Gaza started dropping rockets on the city for the first time in 21 years. I've been sick more than once with stomach bugs and once from food poisoning. In the last 12 months I've been tormented with too many 18 - 24 hour bus rides which often results in no sleep and extreme exhaustion. Finally, my camera was stolen at one point with 3-4 months of travel photos on it. Consequently when dealing with the challenges and hardships of travelling for such a long period of time I've had to stay focused on the positive and brush myself off after falling down. Every bit of hardship, vomit, diarrhea, frustration and loss of sleep has been completely worth it. It is impossible in life to cherish the good without the bad.

There are many great things about travelling. The food, the sites, the local culture and the history, but for me it's the people we meet while travelling that makes the experience so special. This year of travelling has blessed my life with some of the most phenomenal individuals I have ever met. From my great friends in India, to weekend travel companions, each person I have met has made a mark on my heart and influenced my life. In some ways I would like to mention everyone but our connection, our experiences together and our shared memories are the most precious travel gifts I have. Every person that has crossed my path in the last year has enhanced my life and taught me something. I truly believe that it is the people you meet when travelling a country that make you experience their positive or negative. Thus, my heart is overflowing with love as a I write this for all those whom I've met. They made this year the best year of my life! Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Ireland

When I think about Ireland two things come to mind; Guinness & rain. Ireland is by far one of the rainiest, gloomy and cloudy countries I have ever travelled through yet, it also one of the most welcoming. Even though the Irish rarely see the sun it must still shine within their hearts because it is one of the friendliest countries I have travelled.  You could ask anyone in the streets for directions, whether it's a man in a double breasted suit or one wearing a stained up football jersey with all his front teeth missing, & both will take the time to properly answer your question or point you in the right direction. Irish people are never short for words and are always willing to point you in the direction of the best local pub. But let me take a step and tell you how I ended up in Ireland. 

It has always been high on my bucket list to drink a pint of Guinness in Ireland on St. Patrick's Day so, once we landed in the United Kingdom I wasn't going to pass up a chance to check that one off (especially with Ireland only a short boat ride way).  Liam and I left the Lakes District and flew directly into Dublin, Ireland where we had arranged to meet my father for eleven days of Irish 'Craic!'.  

We spent our first day in Dublin meeting my Hungarian cousin Georgina, hitting up the tourist hot spots like the Temple Bar and downing pints of smooth, rich, delicious Guinness. That evening was the day before the 6 Nations Ireland vs France game so all the pubs were packed with French rugby fans some of whom shared their wine and gave us their berets. It was a great evening and the excitement over the 6 Nations Rugby game gave Dublin an electrifying buzz.

The following morning we departed Dublin for our first stop; the beautiful seaside city of Galway. We spent our time there visiting the Cliffs of Moher, watching the 6 Nations Rugby Game at local sports pub called Fagans and wandering through the city exploring local sites. 

After Galway, we ventured North to a small town called Westport where we stopped for the sole mission of climbing Croagh Patrick - the holiest mountain in Ireland! The day we arrived in Westport, we simply dropped our bags at the B & B and headed straight for the mountain. With climbing polls in hand and our backpacks full of water we began the 734m ascent to the summit. It was a challenging climb with various weather conditions that pummelled down on us from sunshine, to ferocious winds, to rain and even snow. Regardless of what mother nature threw our way we carried on and achieved our goal. At the summit we celebrated by replenishing our bodies and drinking a little wine with an 11th century monastery by our side. After the treacherous descent we further rewarded ourselves by visiting the mountain side pub with a large pint of Guinness. (I have to mention that my father who is 64 years old, took on that mountain climb like it was a walk in the park! He never once complained and was energetic enough to joke that we had started our on the stairway to heaven but ended up on the highway to hell).

That night in Westport we stumbled upon a cute little pizzeria with a chef who was more chatty than the pizza was good. After we had tied up our bill he sent us in the right direction for some local Irish Folk music at Matt Molloy's pub, that he said "would be packed by ten" on a Tuesday night.  Of course we couldn't refuse and soon found ourselves warming the bar stools as the band wandered in. The 'band' consisted of 6 men who played in a little corner every night, only different songs depending on which one of them showed up. Two of the band members were 76 and 84 years old!  It was 'brilliant' Irish Folk music, in a local Irish pub setting, with the best Guinness I've ever had. It was definitely one of the best nights of my trip, especially because I had the two men I love to share it with me.

After Westport we headed North East to Belfast where we planned on visiting the Giants Causeway. It's an area consisting of about 40,000 interlocking columns resulting from volcanic eruptions about 50 - 60 million years ago! It is a fascinating world heritage listed site with the perfect combination of history and child like imagination.  We checked off the Giants Causeway and also found another great pub, not quite the equal to Westport but still great 'Craic!'. We met a few locals, shared many pints and sang along to Irish folk songs hours after Cinderella became a pumpkin. 

March 17th approached us faster than we had imagined it would. Eleven days in Ireland seems like a long time but time never lingers when you want it to. We made our way back to Dublin on the evening of March 16th for a family and friends dinner at my cousin Georgina's place. Georgina made us the most elaborate feast, one fit for kings and queens. We had a splendid time wining and dining and are so grateful for all the effort she put in - thank you Georgina. All in all, Ireland was the 'Craic!', the people were 'grand' and the Guinness was...You guessed it 'brilliant.' :-) 

Temple Bar in Dublin, Ireland.
The day Liam and I met up with my dad. 

Liam and my Dad sharing a pint in Dublin.

Meeting my cousin Georgina in Dublin. 

The Cliffs of Moher close to Galway, Ireland.

A view of the Cliffs of Moher.

Soooooo winnnnndddyyy.

Another view of the Cliffs of Moher.

Exploring Galway city.

Heading into the cathedral in Galway.

Houses made for leprechauns!

Cheers! Kings Head pub in Galway.

A pint of Guinness by the fire at the 'Skeff'. 

Croagh Patrick is Ireland's holiest mountain.
St. Patrick is said to have spent 40 days and 40 nights on its summit
fasting, praying and doing pennace during Lent of 441 AD.

Beginning our climb!

Half way there...

Almost at the top.
This section was super steep and challenging. 

We made it!
Props to my 64 year old father who took on this 4 hour climb
and made it seem easy.

The 3 of us on the top, standing outside an 11th century monastery.

Liam and I at the top of Croagh Patrick in Westport, Ireland.

A view of the mountain clouding over on our way down.

Proper Irish Folk music in a little, local pub in Westport Ireland.
The band consisted of 6 gentlemen, two of whom where 76 and 84!

Myself standing on the Giants Causeway in County Down, Northern Ireland 

In the boot of the giant at the Giant's Causeway.

My Dad, Georgina (Hungarian cousin of mine) and me at Georgina's place.

Final night in Ireland.
My Dad, Liam, Georgina and I at Johnny Fox's pub.
The highest pub in Dublin, Ireland.

United Kingdom

When I began imagining my trip around the world the United Kingdom did not make my travel itinerary, not because I didn't consider the country travel worthy but because I wanted to wait until I  could financially travel the country in style. I had always envisioned myself travelling through the United Kingdom, and Europe for that matter, when I was retired with pockets full of money so, I could eat in all the fancy restaurants and stay in posh hotels (it's good to dream right?). Anyways, after meeting Liam my travel plans took a drastic change and I soon found myself going through customs at the London Heathrow Airport.

When you set out to complete a trip of this magnitude most people have a desire to visit the place in which their ancestors where born.  I had the opportunity to do this while in Hungary and due to Liam being part Australian, and part British, he had a desire to visit the town in which his Dad was born in England and meet his English side of the family. Not only did Liam want to visit the place where his roots resided he had been gently plotting the idea of us living in London pretty much since the day we met, thus we set off to England to meet his family and for me to get a feel for London life.

We spent five weeks in total in the United Kingdom which was only made possible by the wonderful friends and family who hosted us. Our first three weeks were spent in London where we split our time staying with two of Liam's friends from Australia, Joe & Shelley, and his Mom's cousin Victor & his daughter Fiona.  Due to our London hosts making us feel so welcome it really felt like we were living in London rather than just visiting.  We lived in real houses, with real people, doing real people activities versus living out of a backpack, staying in hostels and doing only tourist activities.  We were able to do so much while in London so I'll just state what really stands out for me.
      Practiced Bikram for two weeks in various studios around London.
      Went to see Phantom of the Opera at Her Majesty's Theatre.
      Saw a comedy show in Twickenhem & went to trivia night in a local pub.
      Connected with Canadian friend and shared some pints while catching up.
      Ate proper fish and chips in a proper British pub.
      Re-connected with two fellow yogi's from teacher training.
      Spent a Saturday watching The Walking Dead.
      Went to Buckingham Palace and Westminster Abbey!  and...
      Had tea in Hyde Park and visited Camden Market & Convent Garden.

The list could continue on and on but lets just say we got a good feel of London life and Liam's dream of living there may one day become reality as I thoroughly enjoyed London and the buzz of the city is intoxicating.  Perhaps one day we will rent a shoe box apartment there and eat fish and chips daily (it's good to dream right?).

After we pulled ourselves away from London we ventured up to Sheffield to meet Liam's English side of the family. They meet us at the train station and drove us to a small community outside of Sheffield called Rotherham. We arrived at a beautiful pub called Earl of Strafford where we stayed for five nights. Our room was above the pub so we spent our days meeting family members, eating the delicious home cooked pub meals and drinking pints of beer to keep us warm. During our time there we also had the opportunity to go to see Sheffield Wednesday, Liam's team and my first football game! It was a great experience and Sheffield Wednesday won but before we knew it our time in Sheffield was up and we were on the train headed for our next adventure.

The Lakes District was by far one of the most beautiful, calm, relaxing places I have visited during my trip. We were lucky enough to have an entire week to explore the Lakes District and spend time with our fabulous host Michelle Whalley. Liam and Michelle lived together in a share home in Melbourne, Australia five years ago. For them it was a great opportunity to re-connect and catch-up but for me I met someone who quickly became a lifelong friend. Throughout the last year I have had the gift of meeting and being hosted by many generous, accommodating and welcoming people however, Michelle definitely stands out in my mind. Not only did I feel as though Michelle was a long lost friend, she demonstrated a level of generosity you don't see very often.

During our time in the Lakes District we explored Windermere with Michelle's sister Alison, hiked mountains in Coniston and the Ingleton Waterfalls, drove to Manchester for the Manchester vs. Real Madrid game, had a spa day at the Marriott and had a backyard bonfire with Michelle's closest friends. Needless to say we were nowhere near ready to leave when our day of departure arrived but as they say all good things must come to an end.

Exploring London. Outside the Houses of Parliament 

After having tea in Hyde Park

Walking around the streets of London at night

Spent a cold afternoon exploring Covent Garden Market 

We spent many hours riding the tube. A picture was necessary.

Trivia Night with friends whom we stayed with in London.
Thanks again Joe and Shelley 

While in London Liam and I spent two weeks doing Bikram.
I got the chance to explore a few different studios.
Above is Bikram Yoga Soho where a good friend from TT Simone teaches.
It was great to see you again friend! 

Bikram Yoga Wimbledon.
Owned by a fellow TT graduate.
Beautiful space Raj! 

After seeing Phantom of the Opera in London

Connecting with old Canadian friends.
Myself and Kim in London.

The pub Liam and I stayed at for a few days in Sheffield. 

Outside the Sheffield Wednesday Football Pitch

Liam with some of his family at the Earl of Strafford Pub

On the boat in Windermere 

Liam and I hiking the Ingleton Waterfalls in the Lakes District with friends 

A view of our hike by the Ingleton Waterfalls 

A visit to the local candy store with the crew after our hike.

Liam hiking up a mountain in Coniston, Lakes District 

The top of the trail in Coniston, Lakes District.

A view of Coniston from the hike down.