It was everything I wanted in a village.
Lydia and I packed up early and headed west for salt water. Finding St. Bees lighthouse was a bit of a trick... it sits within a working cattle farm complete with sloppy spring mud and a questionable parking arrangement. St bees towers above sheer cliffs dropping into the Irish Sea.
From there we headed strait into the mountains, towards Buttermere. A quaint little village with a perfect British cafe. Water falls everywhere!