Travel Blogs from Bowness-on-Windermere
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
We got away early as this was to be one of our longest days at 20km. There was more sunshine than any day so far, so it was t-shirts again, and we even put our sunnies on! More luscious blackberries awaited us demanding to be eaten, along with a few beautiful raspberries.
We crossed countless meadows, some very boggy, and followed the crystal clear Lune River through groves of alder and oak. When our boots got too muddy they would invariably be cleaned as we ...
... 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 ...
Another fine breakfast fuelled us up for another day on the trail. Early progress was hampered by the need to stop, pick and eat some of the many ripe blackberries growing by the side of the track. It was overcast still but windless and warm, so it was down to t-shirts until around lunch time when we passed through the beautiful little village of Dent, home of the geology pioneer ...