The Harbour Hotel Barrow-in-Furness

... coach ride home. It was funny, we left in plenty of time, but the traffic on the motorway was TERRIBLE! WE actually parked the car in a bus zone, ran across the road to the bus station and just made it in time for my departing bus...ahhh my adrenalin was definitely pumping!! Fun fun =]<br> Oh, I nearly forgot: Haggis is delicious, but apparently i was cheated out of real Scottish haggis (according to Dave and Alex)... which has left me deeply confused. Mine ...

... together now ready for when I pack later on this week. It's a bit strange as I don't feel like I'm going anywhere yet but I'm sure come this time next week I'll be thinking different! I've now got everything set out on our spare bed ready to pack in my bag, my last "to do "list is writen, I did a few bits of washing of things I want to take and I've still ...

... churning streams and modified our route. The back road to Little Langdale took us around in a circle. It circumvented Little Langdale Tarn. The entire route wouldn't be more than 2-3 miles, but in our present state, that was quite far enough. The road was flooded in places - easily calf deep. Eartha avoided the worst of it, by walking along the top of a dry stone wall (dry? Ha!) while I made a foolhardy dash for it through the flood. Needless to say I got even ...

... for a gentle weekend's walking. The weather did not seem to be about to comply.<br><br>The Climbing Hut was not one I had been to before. It is set about two miles off the main road down a potholed, rocky track. It took us a couple of attempts to find the right potholed, rocky track in the dark, but eventually we did. It is narrow and weaves around, zig-zagging between tight farm buildings, over ...

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 ...

<br><br> ARGH!! I have been soo busy, it feels as if in the blink of an eye 4 weeks just flew by! I've been here on campus for over a month now, and i've grown quite fond of the University and the city of Lancaster itself. A regular on the 2A bus from campus into town, i've become on first name basis with a lady in Sainsbury's and the guys at HMV music hahaha I've found lots of little shops and several awesome charity book shops which keep calling me back to ...

... items like combos, beef jerky, twizzlers, Hersey's chocolate, and the all holy double "stuf" oreos. Many interesting responses from my flat mates. They all loved that you can use a twizzler as a straw, the idea of beef jerky, and let's just say the double "stuf" oreos give you the power to have other people gladly do your homework (or at least help you). Thanks mom! On the other hand, bad reviews of Hersey's included "it taste like dirt" or "(points to pile of mud) Look at ...

... albeit a spouse) and very happily printed out FOC (free of charge) tickets for us, on seeing our BR passes. <br><br>We boarded a small ferry called Tern and sat downstairs. It was just too chilly on deck. My car thermometer had been reading 6C on the way over. The ferry happily chugged its way across the lake, taking half an hour to get to Bowness-on-Windermere. We peered at the passing banks through ...

... 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 ...