Like the great poet Wordsworth nearly two centuries before us, we’re heading to the lakes on “nature’s invitation.” Unfortunately, getting to her party is not quite as easy as getting invited…We cab to London’s Euston station for a British Rail journey to the Lake District hamlet of Windermere. The trip, scheduled for five hours, takes seven. The delay is because some English lads put themselves in jolly spirits by busting windows in our train…Meantime, I put myself jolly reading the British newspapers. Discover that the Duke of Argyll is accused of poaching salmon on a river near his castle. The Duke can’t understand all the fuss. “My family’s been taking those salmon with special dispensation for the last 486 years,” he says…Lads as bashers,…