england met me with a heat wave and bird-singing for an alarm-clock. the lake district in the country’s north west is gorgeous with its fells (local word for ‘mountains’), tarns (small fell-top lakes), becks and gills, and of course the big long lakes such as windermere – the biggest of all in the uk.
apparently, october is the rainiest month here. water comes down in showers, sprinkles, and hale or simply hangs in the air as mist. tree trunks are covered in moss and are often overgrown with creeping plants. when entering the woods one might get a menacing feeling. i haven’t quite put my finger on it yet… fells are covered in vast stretches of bracken that is presently deep-brown in color.
i haven’t quite connected to the nature here, yet. everything is different. the smells relate nothing to me. birds are plentiful but also largely unfamiliar. i must say, though, that spotting two massive herons in a mountain stream was a treat!