Hello! here I am, as promised, and now I don't quite know where to begin. There's so much to show you, so much to see, and of course, like everyone who is excited by a holiday they've just had, I want to show you EVERYTHING!
I will try to curb my enthusiasm, a bit.
Above is the view from the bed, where we stayed on our holiday, (four nights). There's a website here (if you go to it you'll understand why I'm reluctant to write the name of it on my blog, we guessed it's a reference to a song by the B-52s, because the place is off the B52 road).
The views were wonderful, and we did like "The Shack" very much, though having experienced living in this sort of architecture, we think we may well be more "Antonia's Pearls" kind of people, we stayed in one of her beautiful cottages in Cornwall last year, her website is here. Antonia had done the cottage exquisitely, and all the appliances, and the shower, worked..............
To be able to rent a property like the Shack did feel like a real privilege.
One of the things we did was put the car on a ferry and took the five minute journey to the other side of Lake Windermere, which was quicker than driving round on the road. Plus, Hugo loves anything to do with boats and water.
So being in the land of The Lakes, we had to go on the Steam Yacht Gondola.
Ooooohhh the ride was lovely and smooth! We glided along as though we were in the air, not on a Lake, it was beautiful. I stayed inside, admiring the elegant interior and looking at the view, feeling lazy, whilst Hugo, (and I'm just guessing here, because he disappeared for the entire journey), went and ogled the steam engine and waves passing by.
The engine was beautiful as engines go, not that I'm an expert, it just looked very nice and shiny to me, and seemed to power us along exceedingly well. (!)
Our accommodation was about a mile from Beatrix Potter's house Hill Top. We visited when we were last in the Lake District about four or five years ago, and I wanted to see it again.
The experience of walking round her house, gazing at all her things, mostly left as they were when she lived in the house, is strange. I love her little books, but Beatrix Potter was an extraordinary woman. She did a lot for the local community in her time, bought many farms and then gave them to the National trust, which is maybe one of the reasons the Lake District is relatively untouched by developement, and such a beautiful place to visit. She is famous for her books, but the good things she did are not very well known.
We had a day trip to Salts Mill.
I last visited this place about twenty five years ago, and it's changed quite a bit, with lots of shops inside it. The cafe was excellent, we both saved our napkins with the drawings of Little Booge by David Hockney printed on them.
There was a visit to Holehird Gardens, which had some beautiful greenhouses sheltering a magnificent collection of Alpines.
There's something about Alpines, their flowers are so tiny and delicate, they demand that you bend down and examine them closely, and they are so perfect looking, I'm always in awe of them.
The Bobbin Museum, (link to a short film about it here), which sounds about as boring as it can get, was actually absolutely fascinating. We loved it.
They are mesmerising to watch, they play all the time, unless they are asleep or eating, and they make lovely squeaky sounds. And they are very, very cute looking.
So when we saw the sign for otters along with the sign for the Lakes Aquarium, there were no ifs and buts about it, we had to go and see them for ourselves.
And we weren't disappointed, the whole thing was fantastic. We were a little unsure about the otters being held in a great big building, but once we saw the areas they have to roam, we just sat back and enjoyed the spectacle of those happy little otters.
That's Hugo's hand gently placed against the glass, which produced the result of one of the Marmosets having a good look, then realising Hugo's hand was a bit odd looking. He slowly disappeared behind the log, leaving just his front paws resting on the top of the log, Hugo could see his little beady eyes staring back at him from behind the log. The little chap then slowly raised himself on to the log, and did a slow motion sideways step along the log and off it.
Apparently Hugo wanted to communicate with the Marmoset.
And last but not least, Crookabeck Angora Farm. Mary breeds Angora goats, very friendly goats, I might add.
I got to hold a nine-hour old Herdwick sheep lamb! He was so new to the world, he hadn't yet developed his baa properly (or he was just terrified of me and couldn't let out a single squeak).
That was a special moment. Sadly there are no photos, I was too busy holding the lamb!
Herdwick sheep are the breed of sheep Beatrix Potter revived after they had fallen out of favour with local farmers. Apparently each farm now has to have a percentage of Herdwicks amongst their flock.
I visited Crookabeck farm with great hopes of finding some Herdwick sheep yarn to buy with some Birthday money I had been given, and I wasn't disappointed. I bought seven balls to knit a cardigan. But the photos of that yarn will have to wait for another time.
I'm pooped, I'm all holidayed out and I'm off to relax. Cheerio! Love Vanessa xxx