I spent the weekend in Carlisle, and for a little while I was in Scotland for my aunt's wedding.
On the way home we went 'the scenic route' through the Lake District. It's a place that is synonymous to me with my childhood. And I realised I haven't actually been there in about 11 years. I didn't recognise any of the places we drove around, but I viewed everything with familiarity, as though any second all the memories I thought I had of these places would return. But they didn't.
It is the most beautiful place. I want to create new memories there. A lot of the time I wish I was in another country, where things are prettier and better. But going there again after so long, I realise England has more to offer me. I want to go there soon, to replace the aching nostalgia.
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