Victoria Park Barrow-in-Furness

... AND INDIAN FOOD!! I know my mum is frothing insanely right now!), and Saturday I might be going to Manchester, to shop (what else!), or .... seeing NEW MOON (can't believe the date has actually dawned upon us! ermm what a paradoxical way to put it...) ... or going out.. anyway =] Best I get them done now than be annoyed at my self later! <br><br> Last weekend I went out with my housemates to CUBA.. one of the dancy little clubs in town... and had what can best ...

... a few bits I need to try on to see if they'll make the final cut to come on this adventure with me. But, apart from that I'm pretty much sorted. I'm thinking that I'm forgetting something but Im a tad anal so Im prob just worrying for worrying sake. Few bits to get from town then thats me! So, I'll update again when Im off and let you know how Im getting on.

... on a bench. She stood on first the window sill, then my outstretched hands and without a fuss, she was in. Of course, the fun didn't stop there. The door is mortice locked, so I had to climb in through the living room window. <br><br>Indeed, the next four people back also climbed in through the window, as they couldn't find the key either. We handed dripping items back and forth through the window for depositing in the drying room. Vince set the open fire ...

... away. Would my windscreen be measurably thinner by the time I got to Langdale? How much water could the engine take? There must have been buckets of water running down through it from the bonnet above and dirty spray water drenching it from the road below too. I was amazed my little car kept going.<br><br> Through this howling gale, Eartha (my six year old) and I were on our way to the Lake ...

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 ...

... it used to be glasses of water... im drinking about three cups of tea a day now! <br><br> Saturday morning saw an early start to the day... my cousins had arranged for a day of Paintballing in Chorley, so dressed in my joggers and jean, we made our way to some rural paddock-like place for a day of war. And I mean war! It rained periodically, there was mud everywhere, we were slipping- faces smacking the little hills of clayey-soil, or trees, or other ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...