Ferry Hotel Barrow-in-Furness

... town centre a couple of times before finding the way out down the A6. We regained the motorway briefly, then left it again at Keele and came back cross country via Telford and Bridgnorth.

Just like on the way up, it took six hours, but despite this, the weekend was worth the struggle. The scenery in the fells has been fantastic and the walking marvellous. Lake Windermere is beautiful, even in the mist.

... many exciting things just the beautiful English rain, tons of physics homework, and this very odd sport called netball. I have a few new pictures- taken on the bus home from the city centre with my flat mate Aggie, today. They aren't the best, but to explain we learn if we take the long way home we can see the Irish Sea from the top of the hills of the Lancaster countryside. I will have to sit on the other side of the bus ...

... us, Coniston water stretched away with the steam from a ferry showing up clearly even from that distance. Beyond and to the west, the Irish Sea lapped the shores of Cumbria. To the east lay Windermere, a placid body of water in the distance.

We gained the top of Weatherlam in time for lunch. We all sat round the cairn munching and admiring the topography. The world is laid out at your feet, there, and the light was fantastic ...

... Club members, who were probably in one of the three pubs to be found in Coniston. We sat in the car for a bit and looked up at the stars. The sky was clear, velvety black and smothered in stars. The milky way was splashed across the centre of the night. The plough sat on the horizon like a massive saucepan placed there by the gods.

Eventually, we decided to have another look for the key, and ...

... between galaxies (or at least I think that what I was doing). Yeah, lets just say my only background knowledge in this subject is reading the first 5 chapters of Bill Bryson’s "A Short History of Nearly Everything". Which I had to stop reading because I was too overwhelmed (and he is a comedic writer). Anyway enough with that little sob story.

Last night, all of my female flat mates decided to go home for the weekend, so I ended up going out with ...

... carpets, and stained bed linen etc), nobody could figure out how to turn the heating on, and the computer there totally ruined our camera's SD card. So we lost a heap of photos which of course we are none too pleased about. But it was off to Edinburgh next!

PS from mark I didn't think the accomdation was bad at all. I think I am travelling with a couple of princessess!!

... for dinner (mum passing on the mushy peas) and were amused to see people sitting outside in the freezing cold weather eating their fish and chips there so they could feed their dog fish and chips at the same time. Mum thought that was totally ridiculous.

Anyway, we went to bed shortly after that coz it was just too damn cold for anything else really, and thought it best to be rested for the journey the following morning to the Lake District!

... s at times like this that you know you're alive.

We went down the main way, and both of us reckoned it was probably harder than the back way. And very, very busy. Compared to some people we met on the way down, we were practically Mountain Rescue types. Saw all sorts - very young, very old, very fat, very underdressed. Not sure if they will have made it, seeing the state they were in a mile in to the walk. We took various breaks on the way ...

I didn't realise it, but being 300 more miles north than I'm used to, it does make a difference to when the sun sets and rises. We were up at 5am, as were all the local Geese who chose to bark at me. So with nothing better to do, we had traditional campfire tuck - beans and sausages for no-prob-Bob-Darren, cous cous and rice and weird stuff for the Simple-&-short-Helly. We also decided to take a dawn ...

... in the Lake District, so was basically comprised of hiking stores, pubs and take aways. Not quite the quaint scene I had pictured in my mind, but saying that it was a very scenic place, full of stone buildings and gentle streams. The kind of place I'd like to live but never admit it.

And so, that was day 1. A 500 mile drive, dodgy food and a beautiful campsite on the banks of a stunning lake. Pretty ideal really.