Jaunting Through the United Kingdom

By Perrin

I spent the last eleven days on proper holiday with my mates in London, the Lake District and Edinburgh. 

About to dip into a traditional English Roast with my chum Anne

I was quite chuffed by the coexistence of aged buildings and mod, fashion-forward blokes and birds in London. It was like the NYC crowd had fallen backward into the scenery of a Dickens novel. One lass wearing fluorescent genie trousers, a gangsta jean jacket and pink hair extensions gave me these directions: 

“Follow Primrose Lane to Garden Gate; loop around Upper Crust Circle and take High Road to the pub.” 

The High Road? I’ve been looking for that my whole life. But besides that, how did such Peter-Rabbit-adorable and Queen-Elizabeth-imperious words spill out of the mouth of Mod Rocker Barbie? How unusual! 

Cats have been evil forever. These Egyptian sphinxes in the British Museum were labelled "Goddesses of Destruction."

One of my favorite things about London is that most museums are free, and they’re jam-packed with goodies. In the case of the British Museum, this may be because most items on display were stolen and the curators feel guilty. Would you charge the Greeks to see pieces of their Acropolis, or Egyptians to see their mummified ancestors? Nah. 

England did not seem to want anything from America. Duly noted. 

Setting off on a Lake District hike with Dave

My next stop was the Lake District in northeast England. It was as lush as New Zealand and quaint as hell. We stayed at one of a jumble of B&Bs, Lamp Lighters. This was across the street from Lamp Holders, and around the corner from Beatrix Potter´s cottage. 

Lake District cottages: Peter Rabbit´s ´hood (seriously)

The only fixtures more abundant than lakes were the mountains, and we hiked to a peak where the wind was so strong you could lie into it. I spent most of my time trying not to be blown over. I wound up stuck on a rock in the middle of a river, alongside a lost goat, wondering if I could hop to the other side without blowing away. It was lovely. 

Edinburgh castle - not a shabby construction job for skirt-wearing men, eh?

Our final UK stop was Edinburgh. The Scottish capital is the originator of the world’s strongest beer (40.5%) and the term “shit-faced.” It also places great emphasis on its writers, included Robbie Burns and J.K. Rowling. Of course, I felt very much at home. Anecdotes to follow.

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About sistersbailey

We are Perrin and Sarah Bailey, collectively known as “The Sisters Bailey”. The moniker was born out of a crazy weekend at the 2009 New Orleans Jazz Fest and it was the first time we had ever been referred to as one unit. We grew up in Alexandria, VA together and then separated for college - Perrin to The University of Pennsylvania and Sarah to Northwestern University – and somehow landed together in New York after graduation. It was in the midst of the hustle of Manhattan that we became friends for the first time in years. Somehow we landed jobs in the same industry - Sarah worked in marketing at HBO and Perrin managed creative digital promotions for her media agency’s main client, Disney - just three blocks from one another. One day we decided to leave our jobs, sell our belongings and travel abroad with a backpack and a collective savings of $10K. The stories of our continuing adventures and those of other fearless travelers are here to inspire you.
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