I take pictures and play with words. I'd like to paint or draw but my skills in that area are those of a 5 year old. I'm not surprised that so many artists and writers live in these places: Artists whose work often makes me feel inadequate.
When you have a place that is so full of light there must be a dark side.
The forests are filled with giants. You can tell this by the huge stiles and occasionally you might get a glimpse of a foot pretending to be a moss covered tree stump. If you stand still and listen after catching sight of a giant you can hear nothing. The birds stop singing, the trees stop rustling their leaves and the silence is so strong it almost hurts your ears.
The mountains and fells look pretty, reflecting into the water (which the dog tells me is full of monsters) but they will try to kill you if you walk up them unprepared. There are memorial stones at the top and the frowny face on them says it all. As evening falls their true identity is displayed as the dragons breathe their fire into the sky.
Holiday destinations with good light are always nice to dogs. The Lake District is probably one of the best places for a dog. Everyone loves them. They feed them their sandwiches at the top of mountains, let them bark in pubs and holiday cottage owners leave treats and blankets for them and poo bags for their poo collecting obsessed humans. Often dog lovers aren't so keen on cats but I do think that this is a bit harsh.
The dark slate houses are probably inhabited by witches who control the narrow winding roads, moving signs and luring the unsuspecting motorist to his doom.
With all these dangers it's no wonder their police have to be so heavily armed.
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