We were looking
forward to a bit of light entertainment last night, but it was bingo
night. So instead we sat in the bar, where else, and had a pleasant
evening chatting to our new friends.
This morning the
bus was waiting for us at 0930, so after a very nice cooked brekky,
we could get used to that, we boarded our coach and the drive took us
northwards.
We drove past
signs that pointed towards Liverpool and almost opposite that was
pretty large and odd shaped building that we realised once we got
level with it was an indoor ski slope.
Further on and
we passed a septic tank cleaning truck with the 'Serious *****k '
emblazoned across the back. Well it made us chuckle.
In the seat
behind us are two Indian ladies who, apart from when they are
snoozing, keep up a constant barrage of loud chatter. I think one of
them must be helping the other with her English as they were talking
about words beginning with 'ch'. Chemist and chiropodist and church
and choir. I wanted to turn around and suggest another to them.
Chatterbox!
Soon though we
were at Haverthwaite and boarding the steam train that took us
through the lovely Leven valley and to where we embarked for a cruise
on lake Windermere to Browness Bay. Golds and greens and reds clad
the hillside, right down to the water line. In a few places we could
see farmers fields and then as we got closer to our destination
houses began to appear and then grand hotels. Just before the boat
pulled into its mooring there was an announcement that this was the
area where Arthur J Ransom set his children's books 'Swallows and
Amazons'. I tried reading these many years ago and was never able to
get into them. Now perhaps I might give them another go'
so we all piled
of the boat and wandered into the little township, then up the hill
to the Beatrix Potter attraction. Apparently she loved the Lake
District and bought a farm here somewhere and spent many happy years
there .
The Man was very
patient with me oo-ing and ah-ing over the fictional characters
almost made real. OK so it wasn't my most favourite book, but I do
have fond memories of listening to the story of Peter Rabbit on the
National radio Story time on Sunday mornings when I was kid.
We had time for
a nice stroll down through the town, stopping off to buy a Peter
Rabbit souvenir, well I couldn't leave without one now could I, and
some chockies of course, before arriving back at where the bus was
due to bring us back.
I think we both
must have had a snooze on the way as it seemed to be no time at all
before the coach was pulling into the hotel car park
We even had time
for a walk along the river before tea. The Man had spotted a weir and
wanted to investigate and we were rewarded with some very nice
reflections of an old, but disused pub. We came back on the other
side of the river and past a kids play area that had a statue of a
heron, very nicely done too.
So it is that
time of the evening again and we are about to go down to dinner and
to add this post to the blog.
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