Today we left North Wales for Edinburgh to see our good friends Dave and Neyir Urminsky. Dave is finishing his PhD in applied math and Neyir has started a decorating career. They are a great and very present couple. It isn't a very far drive to Edinburgh but the roads are very narrow and unbelievably non-linear (apparently windy isn't a word that describes a road). We could have covered the distance in a day but decided to try for the Lake District instead. It is a beautiful place: think Rocky mountains with the tops worn smooth. It is magestic with grassy slopes, feeding sheep, dry stack walls reaching up into the summits, and clear water lakes. There are a number of striking old world hamlets along the way one of which is Grassmere from which William Wordsworth wrote and is now buried with his family. These two pictures are of a restaurant across a little stream from the church in which Wordsworth is buried and the next is a sample of the mighty hills that surround this valley hamlet. One final word. We were parked along the roadway when a Mig fighter jet rocketed through the valley and over our heads. We thought the sound that ripped through the sky was an out of control truck about to smash into us -- we thought we were about to die. What a relief when the plane came into view and we were still sound!
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