With some effort on the narrow roads and fast driving English drivers, we eventually made our way to the small town of Kendal in the southern part of the beautiful Lake District.
Figuring it was a small town that we could easily stop for a quick lunch we decided to drive down the steep hill to it, only to get confused about how to get to the town center, ending up back on the main road continuing to Keswick, in the north part of the Lake District. Along the way we stopped for a nature walk, the Lake District is beautiful with huge hills, trees, and streams.We found a car park and moseyed around the small cute town.
Dad couldn't believe how narrow the old streets were, as most towns in the UK were built before the invention of cars. We had Hungarian Goulash at the Dog and Gun pub. It was a very cozy place that owners brought their dogs along in for a drink. We walked through the smallest alley-way Dad ever saw and he also took keen notice of how the buildings were all of stone and bricks.We drove northeastward up to Hadrian's Wall.
It was hard to find but by the time we drove up to a Roman fort we realized that what we've been driving by was Hadrian's wall...short stone walls that were next to each other. Perhaps we've driven inside it a bit too.That evening we made it to Durham, and Dad was getting used to the roundabouts by then, as our Travelodge was after about 10 of them in a row. After getting settled in we went out for drinks in the quaint town with a huge cathedral and castle hovering above it. At The Swan and Crypt pub Dad tried his first cider and found a love for cider. I was happy since I enjoy cider more than beer. My snakebite drink was too sweet for Dad and Matt's taste. The next day we went to St. Godric's Church for morning service, and walked along the river to the cathedral. The norman, manly Durham Cathedral is the oldest and tallest north of the Alps. We walked up the 324 steps to the top of the tower an
d looked over all of Durham. When Matt and I turned around, we found Dad sitting by the door, the height was a bit too much to look down from for him. We also saw the cloister and monk's dormitory, which is now a library. In the castle, it is used by the university as housing, but the great hall was nice. The leaning stairway was also interesting to walk up. That evening we went to evensong at the cathedral and heard a mixed choir sing. Had supper at a pub and Matt had some epic information for me. Oh, and I almost forgot, it was my 21st birthday. Cheers to being a real adult (once I get back to America).
Figuring it was a small town that we could easily stop for a quick lunch we decided to drive down the steep hill to it, only to get confused about how to get to the town center, ending up back on the main road continuing to Keswick, in the north part of the Lake District. Along the way we stopped for a nature walk, the Lake District is beautiful with huge hills, trees, and streams.We found a car park and moseyed around the small cute town. 
Dad couldn't believe how narrow the old streets were, as most towns in the UK were built before the invention of cars. We had Hungarian Goulash at the Dog and Gun pub. It was a very cozy place that owners brought their dogs along in for a drink. We walked through the smallest alley-way Dad ever saw and he also took keen notice of how the buildings were all of stone and bricks.We drove northeastward up to Hadrian's Wall. 
It was hard to find but by the time we drove up to a Roman fort we realized that what we've been driving by was Hadrian's wall...short stone walls that were next to each other. Perhaps we've driven inside it a bit too.That evening we made it to Durham, and Dad was getting used to the roundabouts by then, as our Travelodge was after about 10 of them in a row. After getting settled in we went out for drinks in the quaint town with a huge cathedral and castle hovering above it. At The Swan and Crypt pub Dad tried his first cider and found a love for cider. I was happy since I enjoy cider more than beer. My snakebite drink was too sweet for Dad and Matt's taste. The next day we went to St. Godric's Church for morning service, and walked along the river to the cathedral. The norman, manly Durham Cathedral is the oldest and tallest north of the Alps. We walked up the 324 steps to the top of the tower an
d looked over all of Durham. When Matt and I turned around, we found Dad sitting by the door, the height was a bit too much to look down from for him. We also saw the cloister and monk's dormitory, which is now a library. In the castle, it is used by the university as housing, but the great hall was nice. The leaning stairway was also interesting to walk up. That evening we went to evensong at the cathedral and heard a mixed choir sing. Had supper at a pub and Matt had some epic information for me. Oh, and I almost forgot, it was my 21st birthday. Cheers to being a real adult (once I get back to America).
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