Saturday 26 September 2009

Trip to the Lake District

Our trip to the Lake District was absolutely incredible! Each day was filled with more and more exciting things to accomplish and learn, and provided a unique opportunity to really experience England. While on my travels on the continent, just prior to the start of this semester, I had one lady in Austria explain to me, “if you’ve seen London, you haven’t seen England.” I now am in awe of what this country has to offer: a beauty beyond my wildest dreams and imagination.

In addition to a fascinating and very informative guided tour through Yorkminster, we saw an incredible view in every direction after climbing the endless stairway to the top of the tower. The beauty of that Gothic architecture was striking. We even stayed for the evensong, which was a unique religious experience.

Our excursion to Fountains Abbey was especially neat; I absolutely loved walking amongst the immense, beautiful ruins. The abbey was accepted into the Cisterian order in October 1135. It became state property in 1535, under the rule of King Henry VIII. It was fascinating to learn of the bleak, humble life a monk; so much history is contained on those grounds. It was an adventure to explore the grounds, the abbey itself, the mill. The mill was vital to the existence of the abbey; although the monks only ate one meal a day, that meal included about a pound of bread!
Our stay at Windermere was especially enjoyable; one night in the picturesque mountain atmosphere, and the next day right on the lake. Driving around the Lake District provided my eyes with a feast of enchantment they will never forget. It was neat to satiate my literary passion through our trips to the home of the Bronte sisters, the museum and home of Beatrix Potter, and Dove Cottage, the home of William Wordsworth, and finally Chatsworth, the mansion estate claimed to be the inspiration for Jane Austen’s residence of Mr. Darcy. It was incredible, to say the least.

The church history portion of the trip, Thursday in Preston and Friday in Liverpool, was such a neat experience. I will never forget singing “Come, Come Ye Saints” on Albert Dock at Liverpool, picturing hundreds and hundreds of saints leaving their homes, jobs, and even families, to be with the saints in America. The faith, the courage, the sacrifice truly humbles me when I stop and consider how blessed I am today because of the strength and testimony of my ancestors and those stalwart missionaries. Walking around the grounds of the Preston Temple in Chorley was also unforgettable.

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