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A Room with a View: The Samling, Cumbria

Arts & Collections have gathered five recommendations for the places to stay that offer the best “room with a view”. Surprisingly or not, the UK’s Lake District has made it to the list, with The Samling in Windermere.

To quote a bit from the description: “Built in the 1780s, The Samling is a large manor house set in 67-acres of estate grounds, among which there are several stone cottages… There are just 11 rooms in the hotel; only five are in the main house, and the rest are suites in the cottages. All are named after the local dialect for counting sheep – Yan (one), Tyan (two), Tethera (three), and so on… Breakfast in bed is a house speciality, so unless you ask otherwise it will automatically be brought to your bedside.” Furthermore, you can explore the environs on foot, horseback or bike, particularly Troutbeck and Hawkshead, as well as Grasmere and Kentmere. If you cannot walk back to the hotel, the staff will pick you up; and you can indulge in a seasonal menu, an impressive wine list, and the most delicious tea in a drawing room. The staff note that The Samling is a hotel in the country, not a stuffy country-house hotel, hence you are expecting a much warmer and relaxed welcome.

For booking details, visit Arts & Collections. I’d love to stay in their dark-blue bedroom.

Last time I visited Lake District was in January 2006. With my ex-family I stopped in Windermere; we had a meal, made some purchases, and drove back to Manchester. I cannot claim to have been all over the Lake District, but I did visit a few places, if always by car. It is true, however, that Windermere and Grasmere are among the most beautiful spots on the Lakeland map. I highly recommend that you visit them, and if you can stay at The Samling, I am sure it will be one of the most memorable trips. And hopefully, to entice you even more, below is a slideshow of my photos taken between 2002 and 2006. Note: they were all shot on film, I didn’t yet have a digital camera then.

http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=109615

Spring Is Descending Upon Moscow

It is almost strange to say this, but spring finally seems to be coming to Moscow. The winter has been hesitant to start, and then it did not want to end. Even now the snow is still on the ground, although the temperature is rising.

As we did not change the clocks last year, the past winter has been anything but “easy” for me and many Muscovites, in fact. We left the house in darkness and before we finished work it had been dark once again. I decidedly took a positive look at things: I thought that I was – for once! – sharing the lives of medieval people whose history I used to study. They got up in darkness and finished work in the dark. The Middle Ages descended on my native city.

Gustav Klimt, Frauenbildnis

And then in mid-January the Renaissance began. As with the historic Renaissance, we first enjoy the poetry of Dante Alighieri that bridged the Middle Ages with the new epoch; and as soon as the snow is gone and the sunshine is in full rage, we enter the time of Petrarch and Boccaccio, Botticelli and Ghirlandaio. And towards August we quietly move to the period of Late Renaissance and Baroque, when Nature shows us the tints of Leonardo, Michelangelo, Titian, and Velazquez. This is an overly simplified look at the change of seasons through the prism of art epochs, of course.

I’d like to think that I have survived the medieval blues. The proverb I shared yesterday is actually very true. Last week I realised that with all the work and diverse and sundry things I had to do I did not laugh as much as I’d normally do. That meant that I was too busy, indeed. And while it’s wonderful, and I don’t complain in the slightest, it’s better when I laugh, not merely smile. I indulged in a selection of terribly funny, if silly, citations from ladies’ novels (as they are published in Russian), and on Saturday I had to satisfy an overwhelming crave for McFlurry. I had two ice-creams.

So, let’s start the Spring season with this delicate painting by Gustav Klimt, and let us enjoy all the Life’s gifts and godsends in whatever shape they come.

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