living like kings

I'm sitting in the office of  what is, very possibly, the most beautiful home I have ever been allowed to set foot in. The fact that the owners, the most generous Mark and Gill Davies, were not here to at my arrival to judge whether or not to grant me access probably upped my chances somewhat. But none the less, here I am enjoying my well deserved rest day in what used to be a vicarage. How jammy is that, As I type, the sun is setting behind, what I think are the Shap Felles along the westerly edge of the Lake District. Yes you read that correctly. I'm on a rest day, meaning that yesterday Chris and I reached the Lakes an awful lot has happened in those long long miles from Bristol, all along the Welsh border and up to Carlisle.