27/3/2008
The Mouthpiece
Voyage of discovery
By Lauren Margrave, Surrey Advertiser Features Editor .
BATTLING across never-ending fields in the blistering cold confirmed one thing about my trip to Cumbria – I belong in the city.
Well not even a city really, just a town that has more than eight houses and where your next door neighbour is not a sheep.
Reading these comments you would think I had the bank holiday weekend from hell, when actually I had a fantastic time eating, drinking and properly meeting my boyfriend Matt’s dad and his wife.
The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. One morning we woke up to thick snow outside, and although it would be nice to see Matt’s family more often, you would never get me to live up there - not for all the Cumberland sausages in the world (and boy they were good!).
Before we set off on our six-hour journey of motorway, motorway and more motorway, Matt had warned me that his dad lived in a hamlet, no, not a cigar, which was my comical comeback, but a small, actually make that miniature, village named Renwick.
But nothing could prepare me for how remote the Lake District actually is. God knows what you would do if you did not have a car, I mean the nearest town is like 10 miles away and a bus would have no chance getting along those ridiculously skinny winding roads.
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