Glen Garth Hotel Barrow-in-Furness

... br><br> The weekend before that I made a quick trip up to my home land, Scotland, to meet some family from my Mum's side who lived in Glasgow. I satyed at my grans twin-sisters daughters house, and it was just like going home for the weekend!! Janet was a complete replica of my own mother... and by the end of my stay there i came to accept her as my Glasgow Mother... I already miss her to bits! Same can be said to all my cousins that I met there ...

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 ...

... wet weather gear back on and headed off into the drizzle. Eartha and I were left strict instructions not to let the fire go out back at the Hut.Thankfully, the car was pulled free with little more damage than a bent bumper.<br><br>After tea, the mad fools once again traipsed off to the pub, leaving Eartha and I to enjoy the peace and quiet of a hut to ourselves. Once Eartha was asleep I sunk into "Jupiter's Travels" and rode pillion across India with Ted Simon.

... grids and past a lethal looking ford. The potholes were serious puddles. I'm sure my right headlamp dipped underwater as we drove through one of them.<br><br>Finally we arrived and dragged our bedding in as fast as we could before it succumbed to the wet onslaught. Vince was sitting infront of the open fire, doing a cross-word. The rest of the ridiculously hardy BMC had walked to the pub (20 minutes ...

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 ...

... Sunday family roast, which was great. The whole family get together there on Sundays for a cooked roast...the happy vibe around the dining table is contageous, and hearing Alan (Zoe's finance) and Jamie talking away about Liverpools defeat over United, Sara and Chris joking away, zoe and aunt Ve laughing away at little josh's eating technique... just made me feel soo relaxed... :D They're such a great family. <br><br> I caught a packed train back to Lancaster ...

... leading us to setting up the game on the floor. This was also a rather funny endeavor and led to a new rule of if you can bounce it off the legs of the person on the opposite side and get it into a cup it counts as double the cups.<br><br>Ah now for the main event, the College Black Tie Social. This is a yearly event a venue on the Irish sea that more or less looks like it is straight out of the movie the wedding singer. This event also involves a formal dinner (that even ...

... shot. I took the picture anyway. We voyaged back to Ambleside on the Teal, a larger boat. We ate our picnic on board, only just finishing as the boat was being tied up. <br>It was gone two o'clock and the drive back stretched in front of me like a bad smell. Surely it couldn't be any worse than the drive up? Actually, it came close. Roadworks pushed us off the motorway at Lancaster, where we circumnavigated ...

... 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. <br><br>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 ...

... 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 ...