HILLS?ZONE 2: THE LAKE DISTRICT PICTURES AT KODAK GALLERYWelcome back to my extended travelogue for my Leave in the UK. Next up...Zone 2! The Lake District!
But first...we have to get there! So, this is going to start off back in Zone 1 because I left off at our hotel on the Moors...
We drove the rest of the way to Lancaster and met Lara and her boyfriend Shannon and got to see their really

beautiful university. The dorms are spectacular - much better than anything I ever saw at MTU, that's for sure!
We grabbed the two of them and went into Lancaster for a bit of shopping and wandering and sightseeing. They ended up going off on their own while Diane and I explored and found new things for me to take pictures of. Which was about every ten feet. Including one very patient Bobby who I'm sure was tired of having every tourist in the city ask him for pictures! He was very nice - in every way a stereotypical British cop (and I mean that in a very good way!).

We found gorgeous building after gorgeous building, and a monument to Queen Victoria and even a pasty shop! Now, of course, I'm used to UP Pasty's, which took the original Cornish Pasty and then added a lot of Swedish, Finnish, and American modifications so it was interesting to try the original. It was, as expected, delicious!
But we headed out and got to our hotel, which was truly lovely. We got up the next morning - much too late - and manag

ed to talk the staff into letting us eat a quick breakfast even though we were about half an hour too late! They were very nice however and let us stuff ourselves silly. LOL
Now, the previous evening we had picked Diane's daughter Lara up and took her shopping with her mother. THAT was an experience. If you ever want to see a strong-willed daughter butting heads with a strong-willed mother, watch those two. And of course, Mother ended up buying a full load of groceries for her college student. LOL It was hilarious! Sorry Diane...

Anyway, we left our hotel and drove from Lancaster to Kendal, the very start of The Lake District. We had a great time, stopping at a McDonald's for some sustenance and free Internet! But basically we just kinda cruised along enjoying the road trip. We even stopped at a lovely bay and got some GREAT shots there.
But eventually, we arrived in Kendal, starving and tired. We looked all over for someplace to stay, but they were all full - and finally found a lovely B&B right on a bridge. Well, that is to say, we could SEE it. We just couldn't GET to it. We drove in endless loops, across bridges, up one-ways and down one-ways, through round-abouts and always around the river. We finally gave up and I WALKED to the place...and found it was too expensive. But we did finally find me a place called
The Dun Horse that was just beautiful. Right over a pub!

So we decided to find someplace to eat. We had hoped for a fish and chips place but...the only one we found looked really nasty with old soggy fish. So we left...and we walked. And we walked. And we walked. Everyplace was nasty, or closed, or not serving food that day (I'm not kidding!). Eventually poor Diane was just exhausted; her feet were killing her, and she was stressed and starved. We found a nice little place and tucked in.
After dinner, we headed back and said our goodbyes. Poor Diane was so upset, I was very touched. And worried. She HAD to drive back home that night - a very long drive in the dark while tired. So we chatted on the cell-phone while she drove until she got home, and I slept like a log in my snug little room.
I have to admit, I'm hooked on Beds & Breakfasts, particularly in Great Britain. WAY better than hotels!

The next morning, I woke up nice and early, geared-up and headed out the door. Kendal is a gorgeous little town and very tourist-friendly. I stopped and chatted with one guy about being a US Soldier, American politics vs British and the like. I got a hiker's map and some advice from the Tourist Information people and headed out on The Dales Way. In the rain. The nice lady did warn me that I might find it 'a bit boggy'.

I had hardly gone a mile when a couple of guys in a lorry pulled over and offered me a ride to wherever I was going! They could tell I was a US Soldier from my giant ACU back-pack, amazingly enough. I told 'em I was looking forward to the hike, we chatted a bit, and off I went. But pretty much everyone in the UK was like that.
The first part of the hike was all paved roads. Eventually I got to the place where The Dales Way turns into a true trail. And found that 'a bit boggy' meant that the first mile or so was an icy stream about 6" deep and all up hill. Since I had almost 10 miles of this, I was not looking forward to it.

Fortunately, the trail eventually got high enough up that it was just 'boggy' and not an actual stream. The views were beautiful. But I kept climbing. And the trail itself involved a fair amount of climbing over these anti-sheep gates. They're designed so that you have to wedge yourself into a tall, angled gate contraption and then swivel the gate itself past you and weasel out. You can't do that while wearing a giant ACU backpack. So you have to climb over. Which is hard while wearing a giant ACU backpack. In the rain. Especially when the gate is covered with half a millenium's worth of English moss.

By now, I was to the first town (Stavely) on the way, freezing, soaked, and sore. So I figured I'd stop for the night. Especially since I had been told the entire trip to Windermere from Kendal was perhaps 2 or 3 miles and I'd already gone over 4. But as soon as I walked into town, I found a B&B right on the edge of town called "
The Eagle & Child" - how could I NOT stay there? It was beautiful.
A hot shower, clean, dry clothes, and a hot meal later, I was ready to hit the sack. I slept like
the dead, got up early and hit the trail under a beautiful blue sky. Again with the up-hill path! Again, the views were just spectacular. I loved every foot of the hike. Gorgeous horses, old stone walls, beautiful houses scattered everywhere...The song
'Wanderlust' by Wylde Nept describes my feelings beautifully...
For I’m at my best when my boots wear thin, I’ll see the world by the mile.
Every lake is green as a lady’s eyes, every breeze is welcome as a smile.
From caravans of gold and silk to ships on the new moon’s tide,
I found my comfort in a mossy bed, with the road close by my side.
So...I kept going. I stopped at one point to chat with an old couple who were taking tea at a small turnout halfway up a hill...And why were there all these HILLS in the LAKE district? LAKES should be where it's FLAT, right? Apparently not. I found out later that the highest mountain in England is in the Lake District.

I was feeling pretty cocky about my pace until the old couple caught up to me and passed me...*sighs*
Anyway...I kept going, enjoying the views, the road, the occasional climb over a sheep-gate, and once getting lost in a sheep-pen. The trail wasn't well marked in that locale, but I found my way. One of the rams kept eyeing me like I was going to bother him or something, but we went our separate ways without further trouble.

Finally, I got to the outskirts of Windermere. I had to climb several more gates and sneak across a railway track, and then got to a spot where the trail just vanished. I took my best guess and...ended up in some poor guy's side yard. There was no way out except to go back about half a mile..Instead, I quickly hopped the ancient stone fence, backpack and all, into a roadway with no sidewalk! A quick sprint later and I was back on normal pedestrian paths though, making my way to the Tourist Information Bereau. Which was closed. Thursdays, they were closed. DOH. I checked their touch-screen information gadget to find the nearest B&B in my price-range and walked that way. It was full. All of them were full. I walked one end of Windermere to the other and every place was full. One guy was willing to give me his last room at half price if I couldn't find anyplace else though...So, I screamed for help!
Diane to the rescue again! She checked online, found a place with the right price and a room and hooked me up! I walked over there and got a room. It was beautiful! By now I was completely soaked, even through the rain gear. Again, a hot shower and dry clothes and all was right with the world. I found a great little deli and had dinner, including split-pea soup. Not as good as Mom's, but delicious! Later, I found a nice Italian restaurant. Ahhhhhh!!
I ended up taking the room for a second night as I was BEAT. I figured I'd wander around Windermere and take pics. Except the next day it was freezing, pouring rain, and grey. So I loafed the entire day, watched movies and weird British TV. I made my way over to the train station and bought my ticket to Edinburgh, and in the process had about an hour and a half conversation with the Stationmaster and one of the cleaners there. Just wonderful people! Again, typical Britons. I got a great price and met two great folks.
The next morning, bright and early, I was at the station. I met a couple of people there including a pretty young woman from Massachussets who was traveling all over, We spent the next five hours on the train talking about just about anything and everything, making the trip pass quickly.
And finally...I arrived at Waverly Station and met with Diane, but that's the next Zone!
Hopefully she'll make any corrections to my tale in the comments...It's been a while so I may have some of the items out of order or perhaps even forgotten something!
Orion
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