Part 1 of our holiday in the Lake District

What a beautiful bank holiday weekend we are having, the first two really warm spring days this year. I have spent a lot of time in the garden. The flower bed is all spruced up. I have also done some sorting out. There were several bags filled with old clothes and linen in the hall that I have been trying to motivate myself to sort out for months, today I simply opened the front door and dragged them out into the garden to sort in the sunshine – 3 bags for the dustmen and 2 to wash and take to a charity shop, so I feel I got a lot done.

We have just returned from a weeks holiday in the Lake District. We had a wonderful time and, after the weather threatened right up to the last minute to stay cold, it turned to spring on the day we arrived at our caravan park.

It had all started when someone suggested that our John Denver club hold their annual get together in Cumbria this year. We have a member there who had wanted to organise this but thought it may be to far for people to travel. Someone menioned it on Facebook and several people said they would make it a long weekend. Hubby and I had visited The Lakes in 2008 with our daughter and fallen in love with the place. It was September then and I had vowed to return in the spring to see Wordswprth’s daffodils at Ullswater, so, since the club meets in the spring,  this was the perfect opportunity to do that.

We arrived at the caravan park late Friday afternoon. It was just outside Grange over Sands, a charming Victorian resort on the Cumbrian south coast overlooking Morecombe Bay.

Hubby strolling around the park there.

This is the view across the bay.

Apparently, before the railway the only way to get there was across the sands from Morecambe by coach or on foot!

Saturday was our club meet up. It’s always good to see old friends and listen to the performers. There was a sad part where two of our more talented performers did a tribute to two friends who had died last year. Both John and I did a few songs along with several others. There was a raffle, tombola, craft stall and some others. In the evening we had a concert by Chris Bannister who is an amazing performer.

On Sunday we drove up to Bowness on Lake Windermere. It was very windy and I joked that the name of the lake had probably originally been Windy Mere, but later I discovered that some say it was actualy named after a Viking chief called Vinand. One the beach by the ferry were lots of very tame swans and some white doves.