This last week was one of the most amazing weeks of my life. I feel like I've found another home in the northern English countryside. There are so many things I have seen and done that have ignited my love for this region of the country. The North feels different than the South. There is a beauty in it that seems to spare nothing. You can stand on a narrow road and stare across the hills, fold after fold, wind-scoured, to the horizon.
On the first day we visited the country parsonage where the Bronte sisters lived and wrote. It was very easy to see how growing up around the wild moors filled with wind and heather inspired them to write some of the masterpieces of English literature. Later that day, we went to York Minster, a very beautiful and significant cathedral. Its crossing tower has the best views of the surrounding city.
The next morning we wandered around the romantic ruins of Fountains Abbey, an old abandoned monastery founded in the 12th century. The landscape surrounding the abbey was so picturesque-the rough yet graceful pillars of stone covered in a layer of soft green moss, a babbling stream scarcely audible over the whispering winds rustling the quietly changing leaves, placid ponds only disturbed by a stray raindrop or swan diving through the glassy surface-it was so beautiful and possessed such a peaceful feeling.
Wednesday consisted of a heavenly day in the Lake District, starting with a tour of William Wordsworth's home, Dove Cottage. It was good to learn more of his life and see where his poetry was inspired. He really is a wonderful poet with a very suiting last name. We then went on a lovely drive around other parts of the Lake District, complete with our own road barricade made of a herd of sheep. We ended the day by walking around the gardens of Beatrix Potter's Hilltop Farm, where the characters Peter Rabbit were born. It was exactly how I had always imagined the garden to be.
Thursday we left the wild country landscapes for Preston, where we learned more about the missionaries and the history of the early church in England, which deepened my love and respect for the people who sacrificed so much for the gospel. We ended the spiritually loaded day perfectly by going to the beautiful Preston Temple (or, as the locals would have you remember, the Chorley Temple).
The final day of our trip led us to Liverpool, where we saw the docks that so many immigrants sailed out of. As we sang the first verse of Come, Come Ye Saints around the statue of an immigrant family that the church erected there, I was so grateful to those who had sacrificed so much for the truth. While at the Liverpool docks many of us also went to the Beatles museum which was so awesome! However, the culmination of my trip was the last event: our tour of Chatsworth, or more commonly recognized as Pemberley in the Pride & Prejudice movie. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I was giddy while walking through the rooms and grounds of this exquisite country estate. Does the Duke of Devonshire have any eligible grandsons?

