Tuesday, June 03, 2014
We've been in the Lake District for a long weekend with our offspring, two out of three of their spouses, the grandchildren, my brother and his wife, my niece, my nephew and my nephew's girlfriend. The day before we left, poor old Mr L had to visit the Infirmary with a dislocated finger. Fortunately he decided he could still drive. I can also drive, but am not happy doing so at over 50 miles an hour. Mr L prefers to go faster than that on motorways and so do the drivers behind me.
This was the view from our bedroom.
Most of us got ample opportunity to admire the beautiful gardens when pursuing the energetic Grandson as he trotted from the deep pond at one side of the lawn to the deep pond at the other.
It was all very nice, though some of us found it a bit exhausting.
This is Blackwell, a LOVELY Arts and Crafts house which we've visited before and WHICH I WANT. It's full of lovely interesting spaces and details.
Grandson, so far a philistine, preferred his toy camper van.
We met a baby owl.
As I said, it was all good fun but a trifle wearing. Grandson was so tired on the last day that he slept through dinner.