To the lakes with the children for a little relaxation out of the flow of normal time, or so it seems from up there. My aunt lives in Torpenhow, a village so small it only just about has a wikipedia article. Its to the north west of the park, beyond Bassenthwaite and Skiddaw, looking out towards the Solway Firth and Scotland. Anyway, the only minor item of interest to the outside world is that I finally climbed Helvellyn via Striding Edge.
And very pleasant it was too, though it can't begin to compare with the Stubai.
Also there was Allonby beach (or whatever it is really called; the bay near Maryport) and the Darling Infants:
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ps: Yes I haven't forgotten the sea ice. Sorry.
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