Lake District photo dump

Day 1:

We stopped at Rufford Old Hall for a lunch break on the drive up. We enjoyed the drifts of snowdrops, the very friendly volunteers, and the binoculars! When we arrived at Grange-over-Sands, we went for an evening walk along the promenade.

Day 2:

We went on the Windermere Lake Cruise, starting off on the top deck and retreating to underneath the seats, and ultimately the covered lower deck when it began to rain.

Day 3:

We spent the morning at the very well-stocked Lakeland Motor Museum, packed with cars, bikes, motorbikes, toy cars and much more. Then we drove up to Skelwith Bridge for lunch (the cafe we had hoped to go to was packed out, so we had a picnic instead) and walked along the River Brathay. There was a small but fierce waterfall, and the boys enthusiastically dissected a rotting tree. It took so long to drive back down the M6 that we were forced to stop at McDonalds for tea.

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