Two Photos. One Story: The Quietest Place We Found

A short story from our campervan trip to the Lake District — about a quiet evening, a peaceful river, and the feeling of truly arriving.

Our mornings.

And our evenings.

My favourite places to park our camper for the night are always far from people.

Far from noise.

Far from passing cars.

We often drive for hours, looking for our place.

Somewhere with a little garden for our girls.

And space for the dogs to run.

This spot in the Lake District was just perfect.

It felt like we had reached the end of the world.

No need to go further.

No reason to.

A river.

The hills all around us.

And silence.

No internet helps too.

Always.

That afternoon was pure recharging.

I still remember the feeling so clearly.

Julia, reading a book on the blanket.

Lily, playing in the river — picking up stones.

The sun slowly hiding behind the hill.

And that feeling…

when you sit back,

and watch your children,

and feel peace.

The kind of peace we all need.

Do you have a place like this?

One that gives you silence and space to just be?

I would love to hear about it.