That’s such a shame to read because the Western Lakes was quite a magical place and truly wilderness in every sense.
“Daddy, what was it like when there was wilderness?”
“Well son, despite wilderness areas becoming so small they started to feel like being in a park, it was still a remarkable experience, not least because there were no helicunters.”
“Wow! No helicunters?”
“That right son, the constant droning sound, like some barstool cutting his lawn all day, didn’t exist back then! As soon as you hear that sound you know you may as well be fishing next to a motorway.”
Still the good news is someone will be making some money somewhere. And that’s all that matters nowadays.
It’s interesting. It doesn’t matter for how far, or for how many days you’ve walked. Even in the most remote places with no tracks. As soon as you hear the sound of a helicunter the magic spell is broken.
I really believe there needs to be places like this. Places where you can truly get away from it all. There is no other feeling like it. Money can’t buy that feeling but it can certainly destroy it. You may as well just stick a motorway right through the bloody lot.
Cheers,
Paul
