If you spend enough time with Londoner or those in the UK for that matter, you will notice how much we go on and on and on and on again about the weather.
This summer like every summer
everyone is was dusting off their bikinis and flop flops in search for sunny horizons
(we all know those don’t really come around the UK that often or long enough).
Booking holidays to Spain, Greek Islands, Caribbean islands. Having just taken on the heat wave in New
Delhi and Agra this May, dosed up on sunshine sailing around Santorini and
while exploring Athens in July, I was in the mood for something different. Say,
a little adventure close to home.
One of my boyfriend's friends had
been trying to get a group of us to go away on a hiking trip for a long time now
and after voting on dates when everyone was available and it was then time to decide on
whether to head to Lake District and Snowdonia National Park (think soaring
mountains with peaks playing hide and seek with the clouds). Lakes spread across
national parks, hiking routes with breath-taking views, small towns filled with
cozy little cafes with a local and traditional touch. Yep, I was up for all of
that and then some. It was as if the stars seemed to have aligned as
everyone’s diaries cleared up for the long August Bank Holiday, which also
happened to be my boyfriend's birthday week.
