Half way up the stairs...
Aug. 9th, 2004 08:09 pmWell, half way through the summer holiday actually, and full of adventures so far. Hurrah!
The latest caper was heading NORTH again for the final stretch of Hadrian's Wall that we were too wet to do on our last attempt (No, that's not a metaphor - we were *actually* too wet to do it...)
So the happy campers were back in Carlisle - where the adventure began all those weeks ago. We could highly recommend the Dandy Dinmont camping site, by the way. The stretch between Bowness and Carlisle is flat and fair *littered* with pubs, so it was rather a relaxing 15 mile meander. Maybe even a pootle...
There was beer, and a very nice horse, and some gorgeous ponies, and a cat, and pigs, and a bloody great bull - but eventually we were back in our tent, brandishing our certificates and our sore feet.
Then on Sunday, it was an impulsive spur of the moment rollercoaster adventure ride though the Lakes - a day of alpaccas, secret beaches, waterfalls, paddling, the third highest up inn in England, and *far* too much traffic on the M6.
But as ever, the weekend ended all too soon. Chiz, curses.
And seeing as I am not currently capable of doing HTML, I shall refrain from posting pictures until such time as I am.
The latest caper was heading NORTH again for the final stretch of Hadrian's Wall that we were too wet to do on our last attempt (No, that's not a metaphor - we were *actually* too wet to do it...)
So the happy campers were back in Carlisle - where the adventure began all those weeks ago. We could highly recommend the Dandy Dinmont camping site, by the way. The stretch between Bowness and Carlisle is flat and fair *littered* with pubs, so it was rather a relaxing 15 mile meander. Maybe even a pootle...
There was beer, and a very nice horse, and some gorgeous ponies, and a cat, and pigs, and a bloody great bull - but eventually we were back in our tent, brandishing our certificates and our sore feet.
Then on Sunday, it was an impulsive spur of the moment rollercoaster adventure ride though the Lakes - a day of alpaccas, secret beaches, waterfalls, paddling, the third highest up inn in England, and *far* too much traffic on the M6.
But as ever, the weekend ended all too soon. Chiz, curses.
And seeing as I am not currently capable of doing HTML, I shall refrain from posting pictures until such time as I am.