You'd think we were driving across the country. Oh, wait, we practically are, only England is just a fraction of my native land and a cross-country drive is like a trip up the 401. Like from Windsor, say, to the Muskokas. We're going to the Lake District, national parkland and home of the Cumbrian Mountains, for a weekend of ambling, rambling and paddling in the countryside.
But first things first and to be certain we get there stock full of energy for the weekend's walks we're stocking up on food for the drive up. Enough to feed a carload, but its just the two of us. We deliberate juice flavours for a few minutes, contemplate wasabi peas then pass, don't hesitate over wine gums, and land some Reggae Reggae nuts just because we're curious. We've soon overloaded the basket with (mostly) healthy snacks and some crap. Sorted.
