The moment I touch down at Heathrow International, I feel like I’m home. London is my favourite city in the whole world, hands down. And I each time I visit, I have a routine. I set aside an entire day for the British Museum. Another day for the National Gallery. A couple of days for window shopping. High Tea at Claridges, and a day or two to explore new sights. But like an annoying younger sibling, London’s incessant buzz can temporarily grate on my nerves, and I ache for space, for quiet, and pastoral serenity. And so, like a spoon full of sugar, a weekend in the Lake District helps…