There I was sitting on the ledge overlooking beautiful valley of Peak District. It was quite cold end of August 2010. We hiked that day among moors of Derbyshire which reminded me of my childhood and “The Secret Garden” directed by Agnieszka Holland.
Peak District is divided into grit stone Dark Peak (peat bogs) and limestone White Peak (flower-rich dales). The landscape is diversified but don’t expect high, bare peaks as I did. This National Park is more of soft valleys that steep mountains. You can imagine I found the name very misleading. You can see map of the area here.
We had brilliant weather when going to Dorset and the Jurassic Coast. The sun was shining and a light breeze was coming from the sea. Durdle Door is a natural limestone arch on the south coast of England near West Lulworth, between Swanage and Weymouth. The name Durdle is derived from an Old English word ‘thirl’ meaning bore or drill.
Living in London makes it difficult to leave for a day trip. This is due the enormous traffic heading out of the city on Friday/Saturday and returning Sunday. I suppose this must be true for any metropolis. If we decided to go south we had two options Blackwall Tunnel or city centre. Both not great. One might think it would be better to take the train and rent a car. Maybe quicker but way more expensive.
Anyway Beachy Head is one of the most distinctive features of English coast. The cliff there is the highest chalk sea cliff in Britain, rising to 162 metres. The height and availability make it amazing spot to admire the landscape, dramatic cliffs and waves but also one of the most notorious suicide spots in the World. According to BBC there are an estimated 20 deaths a year at Beachy Head.
It was a day trip. It was girl’s trip. And we had so much fun.
My friend Natalia left London for the first time behind the driving wheel. Awwww! Very stressful but we did it! Or rather SHE did it!
We are all helpless romantics raised in the spirit of Christian Andersen’s Cinderella. The Jane Austin novels and movies based on those novels reached us when we were already of age so it’s hard to say they shaped our expectation of romance but we can appreciate a bit of drama sealed with “happy end”.
I have been to Madrid three times now. First time on our way to Mexico we spent the night sightseeing. I remember it as beautiful but also very cold. It was January 2009. Last year was the second and third time on my way to and from Cuba.
Above you can see the picture of The Palacio Real de Madrid. It’s really impressive. I think I already mentioned the Argentinian restaurant we went to the night on our way to Mexico. Beautiful food. Very, very good. This time my culinary ramble ended in Museo de Jamon. Cheap food, tasty and very filling. Nice coffee as well or a glass of beer.
I was coming to UK from Ireland. Arriving at Luton (at least I think it was this airport) late evening. P. picked me up and we drove the motorway into the night. I remember being surprised how few petrol stations are on the way.
When we got there we parked in the hills and tried to get some sleep. It was 5am when we gave up trying. We got out of the car and walked into the hills. It’s just so beautiful. Colorful. Lakes spring out from behind the rocks and amaze you with theirs picturesqueness (if a word like this exists).