From what I could tell during our rather brief time in the area, the Lake District and the various villages within, is similar to many of the boutique, bedazzled, booze-cruise types of summer getaway towns I’ve been to. Trendy but quaint, with cobble stone streets and Tudor styling. I guess you could say it’s the English version of the Hamptons. Expensive, popular in the summer, but beautiful, so you should probably see it. We had intended to spend some time up there. Our friend Derek had suggested it, as did David (see above) and a drunken Englishman at a pub in Portsmouth who told us to skip Stonehenge and see this circle instead. But aside from the beauty – and believe me, there was plenty of that – I was a bit unimpressed with the area. Too many of the types of things that spell Tourist to me. Small shops with silly pillows embroidered with something like “Keep Calm and Drink Wine.” Too many restaurants and not enough pubs. Too many people. So when it started raining, I was kind of glad. Maybe it would rain hard enough that we would turn back, call it quits and find somewhere full of large bellied English blokes ready to drink warm beer and mumble wonderful stories.