I've just come back from a week holiday in the Lake District of England. For those, like me, who didn't know it existed before coming to England, this North Western corner of England is in the county of Cumbria. I've eaten and did not particularly find their sausages tasty, but boy the Lake District (LD) is D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S.

We rented this beautiful stone cottage on the western edge of one of the many lakes in this region called Windermere. I've always loved Germanic tones in names and I knew before reaching the place that I would like it. And it proved to be the case.

There is nothing modern to do around. No internet, no TV, no mobile telephone. I felt like pulling out my nails from the lack of internet for the first few days, but after a while I was OK. I spent everyday walking and walking and walking. Just observing nature and listening to my inner self. The latter usually is drowned by the awesome nature around.

The scenary was simply breath-taking. I have been to a few places on this planet where mountain nature is suppose to take the centre stage for beauty, Konnigsee, Vercor, lake Genève, Hokkaido, Pyrénées etc. All these places are spectacular, but the ambiance and beauty of the Lake District lies in its quintessentially Englishness, it has the burning passion of Mother Nature's talent in creating dramatic landscape, but the English talent in taming nature with restrain and exquisite beauty.

The Lake District has a feminine charm to its landscape.