For the stag of an old and dear college friend, we motored up North, turned left at Yorkshire and headed across the Pennines to Keswick, ready for a few days of walking and a few nights of drinking. The Lakes, suffice to say, are quite beautiful, with morning fog across the still water providing chocolate box pictures with little effort. We headed to Honister, ready to walk down into the mine and hike across and around the hills.
