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After a lovely breakfast we packed our overnight bags, had a chat with Ian and Deb, owners of Ewich House, and were on our way to Keswick. Ian convinced Kent to take the Trossachs Trail which took us past a lovely waterfall at Killin and then through beautiful scenery. We made a stop at Aberfoyle for a drink and soon after we joined the motorway. It added about an hour to our journey, but it was worth it. We came off the M6 at Penrith and found our ...
... then up to our room. We then took our morning cabby's advice and headed for the carvery for a cheap and filling buffet roast looking straight out over the lake.
Yorkshire – a Poem
Your valleys are called dales
Your pubs serve fine ales
The weather is often dreary
But your people are cheery
Your meadows are green
And full English breakfasts keep us lean
... the “Tiny B&B” in the middle of Kendal. It was indeed tiny, and charming – a bit like a hobbit hole in a side alley off the main street, and around 400 years old. To cap things off our bag hadn’t been delivered because the Sherpa Van service had broken down, but fortunately we didn’t have to wait too long for some fresh clothes.
The next day is the last of the Dales Way, and a short one of around 10km to Windermere.
... House or Anne Hathaway's as a result. However, we did glimpse the back view of the house as we walked back to the car. Now headed for Newport - on the M5 and scooting along at 120km. We commented this morning that we have not seen any hoons since we've been here and put this down to the fact that you can drive at a speed that's very reasonable. Major roads here are excellent. Just arrived at Newport and enjoying the scenery outside the window - cows. They exist here in ...
... We even struck up a conversation with local descendent Jack Sedgwick who was a typically friendly Yorkshireman.
Soon after Dent a fine drizzle developed, and this steadily increased as the afternoon went on so by the time we reached Sedbergh (England’s book capital) around 3pm we were in full rain gear.A visit to this lovely town would have been nicer in ...