Sunday 23rd October
Brian, spent the day recovering from his walk up Scafell, and I pottered around doing various chores. Went for a walk up the fell through Leck Village.
Monday 24th October
Grey with occasional sun, so spent time updating the blog for the previous week. Then decided to walk to Whoop Hall for lunch. It is just down the road but the walk is across the fields. We had done part of it on the first Sunday after we arrived at No.2 Bronte cottages when we walked to Kirby Lonsdale. On that occasion, we were not sure whether we were on the correct path This time however, we discovered that we were definitely not on the correct path that Sunday, because we had very little trouble finding it this time. Does this mean that we are getting better at not getting lost? As Brian said it is probably more to do with the fact that as a result of our stay, we have become more familiar with the landscape and understand the environment a bit better. The lunch was good. Brian had soup and I had stuffed sardines - nice but a bit oily and they kept repeating! Whoop Hall looks like an interesting place for people who want a complete holiday. Nice old building with a comfortable bar and restaurant. Lovely surroundings, its own heated pool, a few of what looked like self catering cottages on the outer perimeter, and a caravan park next door.
Tuesday and Wednesday 25 - 26rd October
Potted around Tuesday am and then drove into Kirby Lonsdale about 2.00 pm to go on the Internet in the Library. Brian wanted to do the banking and post the blog and I went into the email. When I opened it, I was astounded to see that the estate agent had a reasonable offer for the house. We have been trying to sell for the past 15 months and to receive this at the end of the holiday was the icing on the cake.
We agreed that we would accept the offer and sent an email to the Agent to that effect and then we had to start looking at how to get our signatures on the contract. Fortunately the library has a printer, and also a fax machine, so it was not a hassle. However, we discovered via a text message, on our way back to Bronte Cottages, that we had to sign not only the contract, but initial all 14 pages as well. This presented more of a problem because the library in KL was not open the next day and we were going to Lancaster to see Sandra and Malik after I had had a hair cut. A Polish lass at Super Cuts did a really good job on my hair.
We were not so lucky with the Lancaster Library. Mid term break mean't that there were lots of kids at the computers and the system just couldn't cope - I lost three emails that I had composed and then I couldn't save others I had been working on - all this with Brian muttering and cursing because he too was having trouble - don't get him started on wireless networks!. They didn't have a fax machine, or a scanner at the Library and one of their staff directed us to a shop which charged £5 per page for a fax - ten times as much as we had paid in KL. As the contract contains 17 pages, we went looking for an alternative. Brian found someone who would scan the whole document for £3, which he accepted, but then discovered that the scanner had left off the bottom of each page where our initials were.
We were being pressured by the Agent to get it right and back to her immediately because she feared that the buyer would go elsewhere, so next day we headed into Kirby Lonsdale first thing in the morning - had it scanned correctly by a local service (Art Shop - next to The Royal pub) for only £1. After emailing it received confirmation that everything was okay and we had a valid contract with the buyer. Whoopee having waited 15 months to find a buyer we are very pleased and coming as it did at the end of the holiday means that things should go as well as can be expected with the move. Now we just need to find somewhere to live!
Thursday 27th October
Spent the day cleaning and packing. I went up the Fell Road for a walk and then we went into the Cowan Bridge Tea Shop for a last farewell to Geoff and Stephen. They have only been in Cowan Bridge since April, but have done a great job with the shop. We had a long chat with them and Geoff was delighted when he discovered that Brian had once worked for Parkland Mfg Co in Bradford because his aunt had worked there as well.
Friday 28th October - Back to March
Sandra arrived just as we had finished loading the car. We told her we would send her a note about how much we enjoyed the cottage so that she can put it on her website . Not that she seems to need it. The cottage seems to have had someone in it ever since they started advertising it.
The drive back to March was mainly uneventful - except for getting lost in Otley. It was not a bad 'lost' just added about half an hour to the length of the trip! But it turned out not to have mad any difference because of a long queue on the Mototway. Alan and Tina were well when we arrived and we had an easy Friday night meal with them.
Saturday 29th October - My Retail Therapy Day
After a leisurely breakfast with Tina and Alan, I caught the train to Peterborough to spend some time on my own in the shops. I had a good look at them all, got some ideas for a new winter wardrobe, bought a lovely pair of black leather boots and a small overnight bag to hold all the additional items I had added since we had arrived. The bulkiest was the woollen jumper I started knitting when it looked as though we would be doing lots of sitting around because of the bad weather. I've finished the back, one sleeve and half the front, so didn't do too badly. Pat from the Kirby Lonsdale shop where I bought it, told me that the wool came from Hebden Bridge, so I'll have a reminder of Yorkshire when I use it to keep me warm on those cold Canberra days next year. Also made a cowl neck scarf and beanie which I put to good use soon after we arrived in Cowan Bridge.
Alan and Tina took us to The Bay Window at Ramsey for a delicious dinner - lots of fun and laughs with some of their friends who were also there celebrating a 60th birthday.
Sunday 30th October
Went to see Daniel at Linda and Roy's in the morning and then a delicious roast dinner back at Cherrywood Ave. Tina did a great job and Georgia and I ate most of the roast parsnips - will have to get some of them for our next roast at home. Before we left Oz the vegetable supply was badly effected by the floods and cyclone early in the year, and bananas and parsnips were scarse and very expensive.
Then a lazy afternoon with all of us helping Georgia with her math homework.
Monday 31st October
Tina and Alan went to work. We had a leisurely breakfast then walked through town down to Tesco. We were looking for a particular brand of port for Alan, but didn't find the exact one, so got a good port made by the same company and a single malt whiskey. Also some lovely flowers for Tina put together by a woman who has most of her family living in Australia. Brian cooked a delicious Spag Bol for dinner.
Tuesday 1 November - Return flights
Said goodbye to Alan and Tina; finished loading the car and said goodbye to Evan. Took longer to get to Bill's house at Wivenhoe than we anticipated, where he Billie and Jean were waiting for us (sorry about that Bill). Lunch at a pub close to the A12 which we had to take to get us onto the M25 to Heathrow. Billie, Jean and Brian had fish and chips and I had my first pub style beef pie of the trip. Can't remember what Bill ate? It was hard saying good-bye mainly because we always wonder if we will ever see them all again!
No dramas getting to Heathrow although we did miss one of the turnings - but were able to back track fairly easily. Dropped the car off at Hertz and caught the shuttle to the terminal. Couldn't believe that I had to remove all the toiletery items in the see through bag I had and put them into a plastic bag supplied by the security guard - talk about bureaucracy gone mad - then a reasonably comfortable flight to Seoul. Spent most of the three hour stop over stretched out on some seats in the very comfortable Incheon airport and then a smooth and more comfortable flight to Brisbane. The seats on that flight were more roomy than the ones on the first leg.
Were directed to use the e-passport route through immigration on arrival in Brisbane (Brian said it didn't save any time) and then the airport train to Roma Street, and the new morning service from Brisbane to Gympie dropped us at Pomona around midday. We were delighted to see that our friend and kindly neighbour Stephen was waiting for us at the station. It is not a long walk from there to the house, but it was around 30 degrees centigrade and it is uphill.
The house looked great. Robert and Barbara Thorpe were staying in the flat, and they had opened it up to let some air in. They also provided us with lunch and dinner. And so to bed and the end of this blog!
It was a great trip - we were very comfortable in the historic Bronte cottages and despite the weather we did most of the walks Brian wanted to do. It was great to catch up with all the Smith/Cox family again, and we look forward to seeing some of them visit us in our new abode in the not too distant future. Linda said that since they have been here, they can picture us in Pomona, so they will have to come again, so that they can picture us in Canberra!
Thanks
Thank you to all our house sitters for doing such a good job in looking after the house. It looked lovely when we walked in. Thank you also to our friends and neighbours Stephen and Gail who came to the aid of those who got stuck with some of our appliances, and also passed on keys and messages. What will we do without you when we move?
07 November 2011
25 October 2011
Warming down - Final days
Sunday 16th October
Grey and overcast with occasional showers forecast, so we went for a drive to Bardsea and Ulverston. I first went to Bardsea in 1964 when Brian and I had hitched a ride from Wisbech so that we could visit his Grandma Pete. She had been living in Bardsea for some time. When I met her she was 91 and complaining that when she first went to Bardsea she could walk to Ulverston and back about five and a half miles, but at 91 she found it too much and could only walk into Ulverston and catch the bus back. Brian probably gets his walking genes from Grandma Pete- and hopefully his longevity as well.
We found the Ulverston cemetery where Grandma Pete is buried and I was amazed that Brian could remember exactly where her grave is. It is still well maintained and the inscription is still very clear.
In 1964 we had also arranged to meet Robert Thorpe at the Post Office in Ulverston. We had left him in London while I went to meet the family in March and we arranged to meet up in Ulverston and then hitch up to Scotland and then take the ferry across to Norway. But we met him in Woolworths where we were all looking for cheap toothpaste etc. There is no longer a Woolworths in Ulverston and we debated which store it is now. I think it’s the Boots Pharmacy, Brian thought it was the Co-op – we will probably never know. We did see the statues of Laurel and Hardy in front of the theatre in Ulverston. Apparently Laurel was born there.
Monday 17 October – Friday 21st October Lazy days.
Can’t remember much about what we have done this week. I obviously need to keep the diary up to date on a daily basis. From memory the weather was okay but Brian was still not keen on tackling any of the uphill walks. His shoes had dried out after him put them on the roof of the car in the sun. I ended up going for a walk to the nearby village of Ireby which is about one and a quarter miles away.
Tuesday 18th October – Windemere.
Grey, cold and windy with occasional showers. Having spent the day at home in the cottage in Cowan Bridge on Monday we decided (or should I say I decided) that we should go and have a look at Windemere. We have been through the outskirts many times, and we have even crossed the lake by ferry, but had not been into the centre of town nor walked around the Lake. I was a bit disappointed it has some really impressive buildings, but it is obviously one of those places that benefited from the expansion of the railways in the 19th and 20th centuries. It reminded me of the Mountain towns in NSW and Victoria like Leura, Katoomba and Bright. Its hey day was probably in the 1920s and 30s and now Ambleside seems to be the more progressive place. We had lunch in a tea shop and walked around town, taking shelter in some of the op shops when the showers became too heavy.
Wednesday 19th October – Kendal
Still not suitable for a high walk. I bought the blog up to date then in the afternoon we drove into Kendal. First time we have been there without rain. Explored some of the alleyways and back streets, and when the rain did finally arrive took refuge in some of the shops we had not been into before – Brian bought socks to replace all the ones he bought with him as every single one had a hole in it. He did say that I could darn them if I had bought the sewing kit his mother gave him when he left England in 1960! No comment from me on that one.
Thursday 20th October – Carlisle
Woke up to our first really heavy frost. The car was completely covered in ice, and the house was freezing. Went into Kirby Lonsdale and parked in the free parking at the bottom of the village and then had a nice walk up to the Library. Brian dealt with the blog and I sorted my email.
Then on to Carlisle for the steeple chase meeting. It is a very attractive race course and while the wind was icy, the sun was shining most of the time. The track was soft, - we laughed at that – it seemed so unnecessary to state it, but I suppose if you live in a city you could be forgiven for not knowing that the ground throughout the north of England is soft at the moment, but if like us you are walking through it, a more accurate description would be extremely soft, wet and muddy.
We got in on the OAP rate i.e.£9 each but Brian was amazed to find that the minimum bet has gone up from 50p to two pound! We laughed as it shows just how long it is since we have been to the races either here or in Oz.
He backed a first and second in the third race, but we had no luck on the others. It was an enjoyable day and we almost covered the costs – I think we were only out of pocket about £5 for the shared fish and chip dish we had for lunch.
Saturday, 22 October - Scafell Pike
Everything had looked favourable the previous day for a fine day on which to do Scafell Pike (England’s highest peak) walk so headed out early for Wast Water. It was a 2 hour drive as it is necessary to drive around the peaks in the Lake District to get there. Mary dropped me off at the start (the National Trust car park and I left her to head off to Keswick and later to Seathwaite in order to pick me up at an ETA of 4 pm. I rejected the Lingmell route as the initial fields looked very boggy and chose the more popular route of Brown Tongue. The directions I had printed out from the Net said that after about a kilometre “the path crosses the now much smaller Lingmell Gill”; well it must have been a drought period when the author wrote that because the Gill was now running fast and other walkers were crossing with extreme caution. I chose to walk up the gill a few hundred yards to find an easier crossing which I did. I still was in over my ankles but much safer than (slippery) rock hopping and deep fast running water. Wet feet are far preferable to falling and getting a full soaking (or worse – self injury). The final steep ascent was in mist and had become much cooler. The track was well marked with cairns each of which kept appearing out of the mist. The mist prevented me from checking out the start of the Corridor Route which was my return track to Seathwaite in the Borrowdale valley. At the summit the successful walkers were huddled in the shelter of the huge cairn alongside the trig point. The wind was strong and gusting even stronger. Adding to these conditions was the low temperature resulting in what was probably a chill factor of below freezing. I had a drink with some chocolate, texted Mary that I had made it to the summit and then headed down.
Luckily the mist had cleared and the descent was clearly visible. However, I still missed the ‘prominent cairn’ advised in a further set of directions from Steve Goodler in his book “The High Fells”. There were so many cairns I am still uncertain as to how the quality of prominence could be assigned to any of them. I soon realised I had missed the turn off but luckily with the mist now clear I was able to determine where I was and where I had just come from. Also, I was able to see (through the saddle of Lingmell Coll and Scafell Pike) Sty Head Tarn with Derwent Water beyond which was my way down. Using the map and a triangulation bearing I set off across some open fell to the saddle and found Piers Gill gorge and the Corridor Route. I was able to confirm this with a couple of walkers heading upwards to Scafell Pike. Luckily they gave me some advice about the only tricky part of the track which was a short scramble up a rocky face. It is labelled with an arrow pointing upwards with word ‘Free’ or perhaps ‘Freedom’ alongside the arrow.
The track was easy to follow after that except some care was needed (especially by seniors) over the paved but uneven rocky surface. I realised that my ETA of 4 pm needed revising but unfortunately I was now too low (no mobile reception) to get a text through to Mary. Eventually the 4 pm turned into 5 pm and found Mary huddled in the car at the roadside in Seathwaite. She then drove me and my aching knees back to the warmth of Bronte Cottages. A check of my pedometer revealed I had covered 16km which had taken me 7 hours. Actually, anything over 2km per hour is not bad going for a climb and descent over this type of terrain plus it was an extremely pleasant walk especially the descent down to Borrowdale.
I was amazed when I finally got to Keswick. The drive to Waswater Head took 2 hours and then it took me more than another hour to get to Keswick. That is almost the time it took Tim and Hazel to get from Peterborough to Cowan Bridge so while we are close to the Lakes, parts of the Lakes are a really long way away. I was even tempted to making the return to Keswick even longer by going in to have a look at St. Bees which is where we started the Coast to Coast walk, but decided against it on the grounds that I wanted to do a walk around the lake at Keswick rather than one on the headland which would have been very cold given that there was such a strong wind blowing. It took a long while to find a parking spot – none available in the first three places I tried, then a loo (by this time I was getting desperate) and then change for the pay and display machine. When are they going to get Oyster cards into action all over the country so that it is not necessary to carry stacks of coins to pay for parking? The girl in the bakery even told me that the staff members there have to pay to get the change for their tills.
Did a quick look at the market, coffee and cake at the bakery and a walk along the Lake. I think Derwent Water is my favourite of all the lakes we have visited. Then the drive through the Borrowdale Valley – very attractive but very narrow winding road and on to Seathwaite which is a dead end. Did a walk back to the turn off and then part of the route Brian was supposedly coming down. I was getting a bit anxious because I had not heard from him, but as there were lots of people coming down I didn’t panic. In the absence of a pub or café, had a cup of tea from Jack’s Snack Shack which helped to warm me up. While the wind was not as fierce as Brian experienced on top, it was still pretty chilly down in the valley. I was relieved when he finally arrived but then he said that he thought I should drive because he might get cramps in his legs. We had a few tense moments when it got dark. I reminded him of Rudi’s statement about when he and Val are in the car i.e. They are both nervous, but it is better for Val to drive because Rudi is less nervous than she is. I thought it was also interesting for Brian to have the passenger’s perspective of being close to the gutter i.e. he told me at one stage he thought I was driving too close to the edge but did acknowledge that the hedges in England are not quite the same as the drop offs on those high Spanish roads.
This remote part of the Lakes is obviously an area for extreme sports. At Wast Water there were several groups going diving in the Lake even though it was so cold and I saw three cyclists come down from Scafell while I was waiting for Brian.
Grey and overcast with occasional showers forecast, so we went for a drive to Bardsea and Ulverston. I first went to Bardsea in 1964 when Brian and I had hitched a ride from Wisbech so that we could visit his Grandma Pete. She had been living in Bardsea for some time. When I met her she was 91 and complaining that when she first went to Bardsea she could walk to Ulverston and back about five and a half miles, but at 91 she found it too much and could only walk into Ulverston and catch the bus back. Brian probably gets his walking genes from Grandma Pete- and hopefully his longevity as well.
We found the Ulverston cemetery where Grandma Pete is buried and I was amazed that Brian could remember exactly where her grave is. It is still well maintained and the inscription is still very clear.
In 1964 we had also arranged to meet Robert Thorpe at the Post Office in Ulverston. We had left him in London while I went to meet the family in March and we arranged to meet up in Ulverston and then hitch up to Scotland and then take the ferry across to Norway. But we met him in Woolworths where we were all looking for cheap toothpaste etc. There is no longer a Woolworths in Ulverston and we debated which store it is now. I think it’s the Boots Pharmacy, Brian thought it was the Co-op – we will probably never know. We did see the statues of Laurel and Hardy in front of the theatre in Ulverston. Apparently Laurel was born there.
Monday 17 October – Friday 21st October Lazy days.
Can’t remember much about what we have done this week. I obviously need to keep the diary up to date on a daily basis. From memory the weather was okay but Brian was still not keen on tackling any of the uphill walks. His shoes had dried out after him put them on the roof of the car in the sun. I ended up going for a walk to the nearby village of Ireby which is about one and a quarter miles away.
Tuesday 18th October – Windemere.
Grey, cold and windy with occasional showers. Having spent the day at home in the cottage in Cowan Bridge on Monday we decided (or should I say I decided) that we should go and have a look at Windemere. We have been through the outskirts many times, and we have even crossed the lake by ferry, but had not been into the centre of town nor walked around the Lake. I was a bit disappointed it has some really impressive buildings, but it is obviously one of those places that benefited from the expansion of the railways in the 19th and 20th centuries. It reminded me of the Mountain towns in NSW and Victoria like Leura, Katoomba and Bright. Its hey day was probably in the 1920s and 30s and now Ambleside seems to be the more progressive place. We had lunch in a tea shop and walked around town, taking shelter in some of the op shops when the showers became too heavy.
Wednesday 19th October – Kendal
Still not suitable for a high walk. I bought the blog up to date then in the afternoon we drove into Kendal. First time we have been there without rain. Explored some of the alleyways and back streets, and when the rain did finally arrive took refuge in some of the shops we had not been into before – Brian bought socks to replace all the ones he bought with him as every single one had a hole in it. He did say that I could darn them if I had bought the sewing kit his mother gave him when he left England in 1960! No comment from me on that one.
Thursday 20th October – Carlisle
Woke up to our first really heavy frost. The car was completely covered in ice, and the house was freezing. Went into Kirby Lonsdale and parked in the free parking at the bottom of the village and then had a nice walk up to the Library. Brian dealt with the blog and I sorted my email.
Then on to Carlisle for the steeple chase meeting. It is a very attractive race course and while the wind was icy, the sun was shining most of the time. The track was soft, - we laughed at that – it seemed so unnecessary to state it, but I suppose if you live in a city you could be forgiven for not knowing that the ground throughout the north of England is soft at the moment, but if like us you are walking through it, a more accurate description would be extremely soft, wet and muddy.
We got in on the OAP rate i.e.£9 each but Brian was amazed to find that the minimum bet has gone up from 50p to two pound! We laughed as it shows just how long it is since we have been to the races either here or in Oz.
He backed a first and second in the third race, but we had no luck on the others. It was an enjoyable day and we almost covered the costs – I think we were only out of pocket about £5 for the shared fish and chip dish we had for lunch.
Saturday, 22 October - Scafell Pike
Everything had looked favourable the previous day for a fine day on which to do Scafell Pike (England’s highest peak) walk so headed out early for Wast Water. It was a 2 hour drive as it is necessary to drive around the peaks in the Lake District to get there. Mary dropped me off at the start (the National Trust car park and I left her to head off to Keswick and later to Seathwaite in order to pick me up at an ETA of 4 pm. I rejected the Lingmell route as the initial fields looked very boggy and chose the more popular route of Brown Tongue. The directions I had printed out from the Net said that after about a kilometre “the path crosses the now much smaller Lingmell Gill”; well it must have been a drought period when the author wrote that because the Gill was now running fast and other walkers were crossing with extreme caution. I chose to walk up the gill a few hundred yards to find an easier crossing which I did. I still was in over my ankles but much safer than (slippery) rock hopping and deep fast running water. Wet feet are far preferable to falling and getting a full soaking (or worse – self injury). The final steep ascent was in mist and had become much cooler. The track was well marked with cairns each of which kept appearing out of the mist. The mist prevented me from checking out the start of the Corridor Route which was my return track to Seathwaite in the Borrowdale valley. At the summit the successful walkers were huddled in the shelter of the huge cairn alongside the trig point. The wind was strong and gusting even stronger. Adding to these conditions was the low temperature resulting in what was probably a chill factor of below freezing. I had a drink with some chocolate, texted Mary that I had made it to the summit and then headed down.
Luckily the mist had cleared and the descent was clearly visible. However, I still missed the ‘prominent cairn’ advised in a further set of directions from Steve Goodler in his book “The High Fells”. There were so many cairns I am still uncertain as to how the quality of prominence could be assigned to any of them. I soon realised I had missed the turn off but luckily with the mist now clear I was able to determine where I was and where I had just come from. Also, I was able to see (through the saddle of Lingmell Coll and Scafell Pike) Sty Head Tarn with Derwent Water beyond which was my way down. Using the map and a triangulation bearing I set off across some open fell to the saddle and found Piers Gill gorge and the Corridor Route. I was able to confirm this with a couple of walkers heading upwards to Scafell Pike. Luckily they gave me some advice about the only tricky part of the track which was a short scramble up a rocky face. It is labelled with an arrow pointing upwards with word ‘Free’ or perhaps ‘Freedom’ alongside the arrow.
The track was easy to follow after that except some care was needed (especially by seniors) over the paved but uneven rocky surface. I realised that my ETA of 4 pm needed revising but unfortunately I was now too low (no mobile reception) to get a text through to Mary. Eventually the 4 pm turned into 5 pm and found Mary huddled in the car at the roadside in Seathwaite. She then drove me and my aching knees back to the warmth of Bronte Cottages. A check of my pedometer revealed I had covered 16km which had taken me 7 hours. Actually, anything over 2km per hour is not bad going for a climb and descent over this type of terrain plus it was an extremely pleasant walk especially the descent down to Borrowdale.
I was amazed when I finally got to Keswick. The drive to Waswater Head took 2 hours and then it took me more than another hour to get to Keswick. That is almost the time it took Tim and Hazel to get from Peterborough to Cowan Bridge so while we are close to the Lakes, parts of the Lakes are a really long way away. I was even tempted to making the return to Keswick even longer by going in to have a look at St. Bees which is where we started the Coast to Coast walk, but decided against it on the grounds that I wanted to do a walk around the lake at Keswick rather than one on the headland which would have been very cold given that there was such a strong wind blowing. It took a long while to find a parking spot – none available in the first three places I tried, then a loo (by this time I was getting desperate) and then change for the pay and display machine. When are they going to get Oyster cards into action all over the country so that it is not necessary to carry stacks of coins to pay for parking? The girl in the bakery even told me that the staff members there have to pay to get the change for their tills.
Did a quick look at the market, coffee and cake at the bakery and a walk along the Lake. I think Derwent Water is my favourite of all the lakes we have visited. Then the drive through the Borrowdale Valley – very attractive but very narrow winding road and on to Seathwaite which is a dead end. Did a walk back to the turn off and then part of the route Brian was supposedly coming down. I was getting a bit anxious because I had not heard from him, but as there were lots of people coming down I didn’t panic. In the absence of a pub or café, had a cup of tea from Jack’s Snack Shack which helped to warm me up. While the wind was not as fierce as Brian experienced on top, it was still pretty chilly down in the valley. I was relieved when he finally arrived but then he said that he thought I should drive because he might get cramps in his legs. We had a few tense moments when it got dark. I reminded him of Rudi’s statement about when he and Val are in the car i.e. They are both nervous, but it is better for Val to drive because Rudi is less nervous than she is. I thought it was also interesting for Brian to have the passenger’s perspective of being close to the gutter i.e. he told me at one stage he thought I was driving too close to the edge but did acknowledge that the hedges in England are not quite the same as the drop offs on those high Spanish roads.
This remote part of the Lakes is obviously an area for extreme sports. At Wast Water there were several groups going diving in the Lake even though it was so cold and I saw three cyclists come down from Scafell while I was waiting for Brian.
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