We Parted like We'd never be Apart.

Now I'm on the train bounds for London. It took me quite a while to settle down my melancholy mood. Thus, I decided to post a blip that is absolutely dedicated for the beloved Williams.

It has been beyond joy and pleasure to be with you, in this lovely town called Kendal--for once, I thought it was Candle, the lightening stuff. Indeed, I shall remember this Kendal as candle, for it did light up my lonely trip here in the Britania.

Will the brilliant painter and "butler" of Lady Sheila, gave me a book of The Lake Poet when we were about to parted at the Oxenholme Lake District Rail Station. I couldn't find a proper word to describe how much touched I was at that moment. It was the best souvenir I had ever, with the kindness and pleasure the Williams had offered me during my stay.

They had a really impressive gallery, which is also their cozy house. In other words, they live in arts that please them most.

I shall never forget the Emma and Sherlock Holmes night we shared at the living room, just as a family.

And we did not say goodbye. "See you pretty soon!"