Ghosts of lake districts past

So far the most exciting, and most shocking part of this trip has been returning to Grasmere. For a myriad of reasons, over the last 4 years, this place has held some of my fondest memories. It was here that I met some of my most lasting friends, and where I lost one of my closest friendships. It wasn't until I came back that I realized I have been stuck in those memories and I hope this will mark a certain closure for me.

Outside of my personal attachments to this place, it is bar none the most beautifully peaceful place I have ever been. Yesterday I wandered easedale tarn, and down helms crag. A 5 hour Trek that has left me completely exhausted today. So, as it is finally raining, I have holed up in tweedies ( our old local) reading my book, recuperating. Fireplace, book, ale, mountain view - pretty happy camper.

This is in stark contrast to my weekend in Edinburgh. Suffice to say, I love that city. Just trying to scheme my way into permanent residency there. I have still not ruled out marriage, but it seems a bit early on the trip to make that decision.

Any tips?

And finally, to make you totally jealous, a few pictures of my recent fell walk - thanks iPhone!