eating from an aluminium pot
Last week HY and I spent three days sampling the air of Lake District. Verdict: 'tis good for the human body and soul. We pitched a tent at Baysbrown Farm located in a small town called Chapel Stile. Later the tent proved to be as strong as a brick wall--as the night wore on, the wind got fiercer the rain heavier, I was awake for hours thinking that we could have been blown away like Dorothy and Toto. But no, the second day turned mirabulously beautiful that one had to strip down to shorts. After cooking baked beans + can soup, we set off into the mountains! Of course, I attempted to dazzle fellow hikers with my new pair of Black Daimond Gore-tex gaiters, but found out that almost everyone wears them in Lake District; without a pair you are naked. Judging by the pushchairs on the route, the trail was disappointedly a bit on the easy side, but still fun to see the lakes, rolling hills, stone walls and sheep who never stop munching. In the evening, we awarded ourselves with the yummiest lamb chop at a local pub--one of the coolest things in life is to know someone who likes lamb as much as you do. I would love to stay another day to explore a different trail, maybe next time.
His new green tent
Almost ready
Swan and duck
The lens cannot capture what the eye sees