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| You could drive this route in 8.5 hours. We drove it over 10 days. |
The boys are at sleepaway camp for two weeks. I have finally
recovered from reverse jetlag, in which I fall asleep at 9:00 each evening and
wake up at 4:30 each morning. July 4 has been properly celebrated with my
parents on beautiful Lake Kampeska. The photos have been uploaded from the
various devices and the suitcases unpacked. Now
I am ready to write about our trip.
We decided to take our vacation as soon as we possibly could
this summer. Planning started back in January to help fulfill my mother-in-law’s dream
of a Beatrix Potter pilgrimage in the Lake District. To be honest, I had been
looking forward to a return to the Lake District ever since I visited back in 1987. Back then, on each gray, drizzly October day, I vowed to come back and see summer sun one day. And, I remembered that promise whenever I sat down to plan this trip, even though I knew full well that British weather is rather changeable 365 days a year.
The boys were mostly excited about a return trip to England. In 2010, we focused on London, Oxford, the West Country, and Devon/Dartmoor. This time we would stay north. Our itinerary would begin with a few days acclimating in
Glasgow after which we would move our base of operation to a vacation home in
the Lake District. When our week was over, we would make our way across England
by way of Hadrian’s Wall, spend a day in the Borders, then arrive in Edinburgh
for a few days of touring before driving back to Glasgow for our return flight.The only overlapping element from 2010 would be stone circles.
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| Me and Simon (14) waiting to board at MSP |
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| Modern travelers: Winston, Simon (permanently plugged into his music), John (listening to music and reading a book on the same device) |
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| Watching a favorite movie, The September Issue, while grounded waiting for a mechanic to fix the plane. |
We left Minneapolis/St. Paul on June 11, though there was a moment when it looked unlikely. The plane had a broken part, and the backup part was broken. For my anxiety, the less I knew, the better. After a
short layover in Amsterdam, we landed in the early morning at Glasgow;
met up with John's mother, Dorothy, and her husband, David; and wasted
no time getting on with our adventure.
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