For the sake of context I should point out that I wrote this a week and half ago when I was still very much on holiday in the Lake District. I’m not any more. It doesn’t really matter but I don’t want anyone reading this to feel mislead.
Because I care.
That’s just the kind of person I am.
Anyway, without further ado, here is my account of my holiday in the Lake District:
As I write this I’m warming myself by the fireplace.
Which is unusual.
Because, while there notionally is a fireplace in my small Victorian terraced house in Reading, it is not something Mrs Proclaims and I ever use, for all kinds of practical reasons.
However, even if we did avail ourselves of the facility in question, it would not be usual recourse for us to do so in the height of the British summer.
Which is, supposedly, happening at the moment. Continue reading A Lacustrine Staycation