Lancaster and the Lake District

I went up to Lancaster this weekend to visit my friend, Whitney. We had a great time (well, I did. I'm pretty sure Whitney did, too. We did some random things...). First of all, the train ride over there is 6 hours. This is because Norwich is in a pocket and you can't get out of it. It basically makes every train ride two hours longer than it has to be. Oh well--Norwich is a nice city. And I have easy access to better shopping!

I finally got to go to the Lake District! We went to Windermere and Grasmere--where William and Dorothy Wordsworth lived for a time. That was really cool. We got to go to their cottage. We learned that people used to sleep sitting up, because they thought it was better for the respiratory system, and that William Wordsworth makes the kind of stupid mistakes that I would make. He tried to write his name on his suitcase, but ran out of room, so he had to stick the "h" in above the rest of his name. This made me feel much better about myself. Anyway, I really love Romantic poetry, in particular Wordsworth, so it was really cool to see his house.

Other than that, we hung around Lancaster, doing the sort of thing we probably would have done on a normal weekend at St. Olaf. It was really nice, except there were more castles involved. Among other things, we:

• watched Schoolhouse Rock (with a British person! Yay!)
• watched Bride and Prejudice (the Bollywood version of Pride and Prejudice)
• made brownies
• ate spotted dick. It was good. I thought it tasted like coffee cake without the crusty bit and with raisins.

So, that's about all I have to say. I'm starting to worry about my papers that are due in two weeks, so I don't think I'll be doing anything interesting for the next two weekends. But after that, I'm off to Ireland, so it's okay!