Brow Head Hotel Barrow-in-Furness

<br><br> Im really getting lazy at this. Not a very dedicated blogger- I think I admire those who manage to keep it up all the time!!<br><br> I'm quite busy right now at uni... to be honest, most of my business is my own fault- i've been too caught up in writing fiction than doing my essays, so i'm kind of attacking two assignments due next week! I'm hoping to get them done by tomorrow, because on Friday I am going to an Indian Food Festival (YAY FOR LOTS OF ...

This is the first time Iv used anything like this before. I found out about it through my friend Jordan who writes a comedy sketch of a blog of his travels and I felt inspired to follow in his footsteps. Bare with me,my first blog wont be too interesting as Im just getting the hang of it. Its been a bit of a busy afternoon for me. I've started to get ...

... local stone and was heavily besieged with the rising brook. The trees opposite were already underwater.<br><br>Back at the hut, the key was nowhere to be found. We stood in the porch feeling damp and sorry for ourselves, whilst the rain continued to bucket down. I searched under every stone and in each possible hiding place. Clearly someone had been back and gone out again. We dripped pathetically and considered our options. <br><br>My car was there, but the ...

... cross-country, across a little footbridge, in the dark and stormy night). Mad fools. <br><br>The bedroom had 15 sleeping places, consisting of 5 triple bunks. There were 14 of us staying, so it was kind of cosy. Eartha and I chose top layer bunks where you hit your head on the ceiling if you sat up too fast. Eartha went to sleep and I cracked open a bottle of homemade and joined Vince by the fire.

We are sitting with a huge pile of travel guides, maps, notebooks, post it notes and general accumulated info in front of us wondering where to start!<br><br>The itinery is almost sorted out in terms of countries and cities. We've got the MASTA health brief and the FCO no go areas. We think we've got Visa requirments in hand and the boring (but necessary ...

... rely on your team members to watch ur back- this is not like danny and rafe from Pearl Harbour!!!) and some sneaky Cheat Team member got me on the arm, so i got up to get out... and as i was walking out, arms up signifying my defeat, they shot me again within 10 metres!!!!!!!! WAAAAAY too close!! the pain was terrible, corked my muscle so bad I had to sit down for half an hour! The bruise is cool to look at though, rainbow-like with greens, yellows, browns ...

... good time. Oh, and wine over here is 13% alcohol which is quite a bit more then American wine. Interesting fact.<br><br>Lets see what else...<br>I got a 96% on my physics assignment last week, thanks to awesome study partners.<br>My bathroom still reaks of black mold and they told me there was nothing they could do.<br>Me and Lauren are always too lazy to go to Manchester, so we postponed the trip again.<br><br>I guess that is as exciting as it gets for now.<br><br>See ya!xx<br>

Sunday dawned grey and misty, a complete contrast from the previous day. The rain pattered intermittently as we packed our stuff and locked up the cottage. The hardier hikers were heading off for another day's rambling, but Donny and I had other plans.<br><br>We drove down to Ambleside on the northern point of Lake Windermere. Windermere is ten miles long and a mile wide at its widest point. It is the largest ...

... zag path back down towards Coppermine's Cottage, 600m below. The walking was loose stones and scree and ******* the knees. We were tired and stopped often to investigate things like the ruined miner's cottages and disused entrance to the copper mines. Donny had an emergency Twix, courtesy of Roland, as the emergency penguin had worn off.<br><br>Finally, to cut merely a half mile off the journey, we squelched down across the bracken ...

... in the first three hours. We stopped for something to eat before slogging onwards. It was 9.30 when we finally arrived at Coppermine's Cottage, a whole six hours after we'd started off. It was dark and the cottage was empty. <br><br>The key was nowhere to be found and I couldn't face driving back down a very long, steep, rickety track with a sheer drop on one side, to look for the rest of the Bewdley ...