The day was chilly and blustery, with rain falling lightly from time to time. We hiked our way over hills and across sheep pastures, over burbling becks and up and down wooden stiles (just like in those Mother Goose rhymes!) that crossed fences and hedgerows near the charming town of Windermere in one of England's loveliest areas, the Lake District. These sheep weren't quite sure what we were doing there — actually, we think they thought we might be coming to feed them. When they discovered we weren't, they lost interest and wandered down the lane to join their brethren on the far hillside. We joined them, too — lounging in the grass and looking out over a broad vista of town and lake in the valley below — but with our own lunch of English beer, bread, cheese and fruit that we carried in our backpacks to fortify ourselves against the brisk May morning.
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