Why would anyone enjoying a great life in Vancouver choose to spend several months a year in a small town in the north of England? Well, it’s not because of the regional culinary delights or the great weather. It might have to do with approaching middle age, wanting to be closer to old-time friends and family or missing the omnipresence of great pubs. Whatever the reasons, we do enjoy our springtime and autumnal stints near the Lake District, hanging out on campus, going for hikes sprinkled with extended pub stops, dropping in on friends for chats and endless cups of Yorkshire tea.
Tradition meets modern design: the sign of one of Lancaster’s oldest pubs and the trendy new Millenium Bridge spanning the river Lune.
Afternoon hike at Silverdale in (yes!) late November. Global warming has its merits.
The milkman cometh…on his milkfloat (you’ve got to love the Brits just for coming up with such inimitable words and concepts that survive in a world of virtual shopping and high-tech cars)
Who says there is no dangerous wildlife in the UK? Looks like a particular nasty incarnation of mad cow to me.