Monday, January 14, 2013

A weekend in Windemere: The story

My Christmas gift to Pip was a weekend away in the lake district that fell only a couple of weeks after our big trip to Ireland and Scotland.

Saturday, morning arrived and we were off to the train station completely misjudging the time and having to get a taxi, but we did make it in time. Upon arrival, we explored Windermere town, and ate a fantastic late breakfast at Lazy Daisy's Lakeland Kitchen.

Taking a beautiful stroll down a public walkway to the lake we were blown away by the beauty of the area. The lake is incredible with it's clear calm waters and it far banks rising up through colourful farmland to snow capped mountains. It's fair to say we spend a long time wandering around the jetty's and banks taking more photographs than we'd ever need.

Back up in Windermere we had hot chocolates and jumped on a bus as our hotel was a few minutes north of the town. We were dropped off a mile or two up the road so had to walk back but we did pass a wedding where the bride looked rather frozen, it would be the first of many wedding related sightings of our weekend. The hotel is a gorgeous old victorian style guest house with grand halls filled with period furniture and paintings along with grounds that have pathways and gardens leading down to its own private lake front. We explored the boathouse and took many more photos of the beautiful grounds and views across the lake before retiring to our room.

Our room was lovely, despite the house clearly fighting it's age and a few tacky decorations (The curtains and the shields painted on the ceiling), the room was fantastic with a bed so high and huge that I swear I lost Pip during the night. There was also a nice sitting room and a splendid bathroom. That evening was spent roaming the halls of the hotel and relaxing in the bar for a few red wines, a huge meal and long conversations about the future.

After a sleep-in we checked out and caught a taxi back into town. The taxi driver suggested a nearby town only a mile down the road which had a lot more open on a Sunday so we let him drop us off there. Browness-on-Windermere is bigger than Windermere and did have a lot more shops while still retaining the small town feel with its beautiful stone buildings. We had breakfast in the tearooms just as we emerged from the shop it began to snow, andwith not a breath of wind it just lightly fell as we wandered around the town. We called into the Peter rabbit shop and thought long and hard about not buying things despite the nostalgic temptations.

A quick taxi ride back to Windermere train station where it was now snowing heavily and we realised that we'd booked the wrong return train ticket. So we had to buy them again and after two train changes at Wigan and Presten, we eventually arrived back in Manchester. Pip said that she had had a wonderful and relaxing weekend away which was certainly the idea behind the trip, plus I got to take a few hundred more photos on my new camera.