Lots of places come close, but I’ve never found anywhere as beautiful as Coniston Water. Especially nice on a warm spring afternoon, the cuckoos acuckooing and the sheep abaaing. I love holidays, can relax in Spain, get excited by Italy, and a trip to Iceland was the strangest, and most amazing experience. But I could never move from England. Least of all from the perfect, simple, ancient beauty of the Lake District. Strangely deserted last Bank Holiday weekend, I wandered along the shore and felt so lucky to be able to call it home 🙂
What more can you ask for?