Crap time is going by to quickly. Ergh! And the North is definitely not where I want to spending my last remaining days in London.
Not surprising, but today also sucked. This trip is awful. They did not plan it very well, and we do not use our time very efficiently. We spend hours on the coach, hours doing absolutely nothing, and hours at pointless author’s houses. We waste so much valuable time!
Today we left Durham and went to Hadrian’s Wall at Housesteads. Yup, this place really sucked. It was awful! The weather was horrible. It was snowing, and everything was covered in snow and slush. We had to hike up a hill in it. They did not tell us that we would be hiking in snow and slush. No one had good shoes. So many people fell and slid. I am so lucky that I did not fall; I was being very careful. Cold, wet, and miserable is not a fun way to start a day sitting on a coach.
So we hike up this godforsaken piece of land to these ancient Roman ruins and wall. They were pathetic. Just stone outlines on the ground. Not impressive and very uninteresting. So mad that they made us climb up the hill in that weather. Such a waste of time. The top of the hill was so windy, it would cut into you. It was freezing. I feel so bad for everyone who fell. It was one girl’s birthday, and she was being really careful when all of the sudden a huge gust of wind knocked her from the ledge she was standing on. She bounced down on the ground, and then fell face forward, hitting her face in the snow. So sad! Then on the way down her best friend fell down. Not a very happy time. Surprisingly I was helping people walk down, even though I am the clumsiest person when it comes to walking in the snow. Allyson also had an awful experience. She couldn’t even make it up to the top, because her boots have so many holes and ripped seams that her feet became completely soaked almost immediately. Not fun to have frozen, wet feet. I felt so bad for her. Would have been better just to wait on the coach.
We watched Miss Potter on the way to our next destination, the Wordsworth properties at Dove Cottage and Grasmere. Great another place I don’t care about at all! The movie was good. My mythology class has got me catching myth references everywhere now! As we were watching it, there is a scene where Miss Potter and Millie are complaining about men and how it is better to be single, when the camera distinctly focuses on a painting of The Rape of Europa. Don’t have a strong mythical allusion thought out yet, but pretty sure it’s referencing a strong disdain for men.
We got to Grasmere early, so everyone got off the coach to wander the little city for a while. I didn’t want to be tempted to spend money on something pointless, so Allyson and I didn’t bother to get off the coach. Too cold outside. Half an hour later we drove to Dove Cottage. What a waste of time. I don’t care about where the poet William Wordsworth lived for a portion of his life. We looked through a museum for a bit, and then took a tour of his home. Lame! I seriously don’t understand how anyone can find that interesting. And to top it off, we then drove to where he lived until he died. We spent over an hour there. I spent most of that time with a lot of the class in front of a radiator. Then spent the rest of the time sitting on the coach waiting for the coach to leave. Blown away by the stupidity of it all.
Now we are in the Lake District. It is beautiful here, I won’t deny that. We are staying at Hawkshead Youth Hostel, a YHA hostel. Had dinner at the hostel; nasty “chili” on white rice. It was the nastiest, blandest meal ever. The peach cobbler was ok, but the custard with it was much better. Too make a bad day even worse, we had classes tonight. I had to sit through two hours of mythology and then English, while freezing my butt off in a little classroom. The classes were pointless; hardly even focused. Allyson and I attempted to plan our backpacking itinerary, but we only got through like two or three cities. We need a lot more time. Today sucked, simple as that. And my hair is gross.
My favorite part of the North is all of the sheep. No joke! There are so many lambs everywhere! I love them!
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