Our very own infinity pool……Sour Milk Gill above Seathwaite

and……more of this….

…..and……Full Moon above Allen Crags

…..and….

We were to spend several months here……camping at Seathwaite farm campsite. This is us on our way….

                                                                                           Derwent Water

……..and nearly there

….On one of our days off cycling…..

During one of our days camping on the shores of Lake Windermere we decided to leave our stuff and cycle up Kirkstone pass…..I had last cycled this as a teenager way back in the late 1970’s with my two teenage friends…….It was great to do this again…this time with my son.

….On the way up…..

…..Kirkstone pass Inn….

On the way back to camp flying down Kirstone pass was such fun…….I am always in the habit of checking my bike after  ride….not every single time but mostly and shortly after getting back to camp I noticed this…..

I have no idea when this happened….I assume that it must have happened close to camp…..the tire ws still inflated……… lucky escape. It is the front tire and the thought of this going pop coming down Kirkstone pass still gives me the willies………

This was our wild camp on the shores of Lake Windermere…..We camped here for 4 nights and as always left no trace that we were ever there…….

Over the next 4 nights we built  smll fire to cook our mels which consisted of baked pottoes and baked beans…..Gret stuff…..

Our cooker…..

…..The sunsets were stunning…..

We had much fun swimming in the lake and playing with fire……and during the day we explored with our bikes……

…..a very nice family came to visit us each morning……

From Lancaster we continued along the canal only leaving it to head North to Silverdale. We found a great campsite…. very quiet and decided to stay here for a few nights……My two Brothers were living in the area and other family too that I had not seen in years……..so I was hoping to meet up with Bernard in Lancaster and Mike just up the road Bernard’s children now very grown also lived close by and I was hoping to meet up with them too….and maybe indulge in some more family history research….

Cycling long the coast, and on our way to Lake Windermere…….

This was a great ride and we took our time doing this over two days….off road all the way and loads of wild life…….

….and more or less at the half way point we found a tidy little wood perfect for a wild camp…..

……Time for evening meal….

….and today more swans…

……and unfortunately the saddest campsite I have ever stayed at…..though it was interesting….. row after row of decaying caravans, motor homes and the occasional boat…..

….I can’t help wondering about the lost history of things like this….that some few built these caravans……someone, some family would have saved and saved and saved to buy this, and gone home proud and looking foward to many holidays……you can almost imagine those holidays….but t the sme time I like them as they are…decrepit memorials to  life lived……I hope they had fun…..