Lake District:

The Lake District is synonymous with Romantic poetry as Wordsworth, Coleridge and Southey all made it their home and their Muse. It is a favourite with holiday makers and hill walkers and literary types who want to soak in its unique atmosphere.

'When the mist creeps in from the mountain top like an army of raiding ninjas and the trees and lakes are veiled by white smoke screens one sees the landscape transform before one's very eyes into something quite spectacular and spectral. Sheep graze in the grassslands unfazed by the changing light and the ancient mountains gaze back at you stolid yet sympathetic. The craggy hills surround you at every turn as you walk past and the lake waters beckon you with every step. The melting ice runs down the rock face gliding down like silver ribbons glittering in the dusk. The air is fresh and the heart feels wakeful in anticipation of some revelation. The roads curve and twist like out of a belly-dancer's choreography and the lights of the small towns burn like beacons in the dark. You walk on but slowly so that you can savour the moment to the fullest. You wish that you were a painter who could record that loveliness on the canvas for posterity'.

It is indeed a special place. It brings out the poet in even the most practical of souls. The beauty of nature is hypnotic: ever-changing, evergreen, eternal. We need to preserve that...