As part of Julia’s birthday celebrations I planned a long weekend away in the Lake District. The plan did not go well, and was shortened by both her cold and a visit from Number One son. So, on Sunday we headed off for our Plan B break – a day in the Lakes.
After dropping Number One son off in Leeds we headed off for Skipton and the Travelodge. We passed the night there in relative luxury, with a quiet heating system, water that was, if anything, too hot, and nice fluffy towels. We were even able to complain about it being too hot.
It started to rain shortly after we arrived, continued through the night and was still going when we woke up.
At least we were able have a decent breakfast, provided by the Little Chef in the car park. Soon, I suppose, it will be something else. At least one I know has already been turned into a Starbucks and another is going to be converted. You can tell something is going to happen to them because very little has been spent on maintenance recently and a lot of them seem to be closing early. They really have had a troubled history after the glory days when they virtually owned the roadside. According to the above link, they will all be closed next year.
The days of wine and roses are not long, as the poem says.
There aren’t many pictures, I’m afraid, as the combination of rain and low light meant you’d need to be a magician to get a result, rather than a mere photographer. Grey mist, leaden skies, slate grey water and, at best, light black hills, don’t make for easy photography. And that was when we weren’t troubled by low cloud.
When there was light and a view we couldn’t park. Julia did take some video clips as we drove along, but I can’t get any of them to load.
Later on we did get a few photos, and some meat pies, but that will be another post. Hopefully I’ll get caught up tomorrow.