Our week away in the Lake District was wonderful. We walked, relaxed, frequented the local pub, got drenched in showers of rain and laughed our way back to our tipi. The fires flickered in the log burner as the nights drew to a close and our muddied boots formed footprints towards the blankets of our bed for the night. Not quite autumn but not the height of summer either, our trip seemed to fall in that slight change in the seasons that so many have picked up on the past week or so, and we relished every second, pulling the last few threads of summer from our jumper sleeves and pulling them over our knees when it got cold.

It has been a swift return to reality, so today here is just a snippet of our time in this majestic, towering region.