Almost a month ago, we returned from France, and went straight up to the Cumbrian lake district. It's just south of Scotland, and it felt like it. After a six-hour drive up from Amersham, we got to the former Bobbin Mill that was our home for the week. It rained a whole lot, and we walked the hills a whole lot. We stepped in a whole lot of sheep shit.
For my bird pics of the great wet north, France, and anywhere else I've travelled, go here:
http://snowyowllost.blogspot.co.uk/
I'm headed to Denmark on Sunday to hang with old friends, drink Tuborg Green, and volunteer at a vineyard. I imagine that working at a vineyard has its perks.
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