a year ago on the first of june

i ami'm going to dedicate posts for the next week
(well, if i'm home that is)
to last year's trip.

so, a year ago,


tell me you don't want to be there.
bluff. B-E-A-utiful ain't it?








listening or pretending to?

preparing for the first of our field studies.







cheh cheh. getting into the thick of action.

the water's bloody cold i tell you.








ofc we had time to take photos. =D






and then time to have lunch on our checkered picnic mat surrounded by sheep poo, eating tuna sandwich (again).









getting one last look of River Tongue Ghyll.
well, downstream that is.







at the summit. what a view.






followed by a visit to a very creepy home of some dead poet (wordsworth, if you wanted to know) with a very very beautiful garden.








meet my future home.






this is the view from the room at the hostel.

once again, tell me you're jealous.
i told you its the best place in the world.







then, off to get some rest.

no prizes for guessing which is my bed.




by the way, i know this is one year late.
but i bloody miss the place.
and not to mention, kaizen too.
so, let me release some of that melancholy.

i miss you too.