The dreary and drab skies of London have me dreaming about days gone by in the sunshine of the mountainous northern region of England. A time where mobile reception was like finding a needle in a haystack, and fish and chips was the finest meal for miles around. In spite of my innate city girl, there was something almost therapeutic about being so close to nature. A sense of liberation to live in the moment rather than through SnapChat. It seemed only too ironic that some of the best mobile reception was right in the centre of Lake Windermere.

The largest natural lake in all of England boasted sparkly blue flecks on that particular day. Perched on the back of a boat, it felt not too dissimilar from James Bond’s life I’m sure. That is, if he ate jumbo packs of crisps and Party Rings on his missions. Watching cyclists and hikers zoom by on paths; sailboats zip through the horizon and some of the most exhilarating views loom closer put the beauty of the world into perspective. The familiarity of London’s skyline, whilst beautiful in its own respect, is exactly that- familiar. Familiar and manmade. Masterpieces to be proud of yes, but there is beauty to be found in the world- even in rain soaked England. The overwhelming feeling of a much bigger picture can make even the biggest of us feel small; yet it is a nice reminder that there is life outside of our little bubbles.

Nevertheless, the feeling of my hair billowing in the wind and the warmth of the sun will be hard to replicate on the Tube. After all, it is quite unlikely that I will find myself driving one of those any time soon. As for boats, well, I have mastered those enough to sail one handedly. I believe this means I am ready to assume the role of the first ever female Bond.