Being the way I’ve been brought up – the stories of how the wonders of the world ended up where they are can either be treated as faith fact or fiction
I studied (for interest) geology at sixth-form briefly before I came to my senses and joined up for technology classes instead. But I still have an appreciation for all things natural.
Maybe it’s the old scout in me.
Thing is – if you believe the scientists tale – The British Isles are two bits of land that broke off from its European sister when their mother, Pangea was cracking up.
I’d honestly like the tale formed by the creation story – where the various islands around the world were bits added by the creator (take your pick) to make it look pretty.
He let mother nature loose with the clay and she formed hills mountains and valleys – and it was so beautiful, the angels cried with joy, and made lakes in the crevices where the hills and valleys met.
and that’s how North-west England supposedly was given the Lake district.
The pic? One of the lakes south of Penrith (Buttermere ? could be Coniston). I’ve been camping by there with the Scout association in a place called Long-Marton, close to the town of Appleby-in-Westmoreland. I’ve returned many times since, either camping or staying in a holiday park nearby Appleby in a place called Lowther.