Blowin' in the wind...
Yesterday, we made the sad, but surprisingly sensible, decision to leave Scotland for the next part of our adventure. It wasn't planned, as we were meant to leave today, but Storm Agnes put the wind up me (excuse the pun) and I said to the husband that perhaps it might be best to get settled further south rather than trying to wrestle with an awning during a weather warning. Weirdly, I'm glad we did. Our last day in beautiful Scotland happened without me realising it. A day of tramping up a mountain, tiptoeing across rivers via stepping stones. A day of clear blue skies and sunshine, with a fabulous meal ending our day. I think that if I had known it was going to be my last day, I would have had a face like a kid who's just been told that the local sweetshop has closed and would have sulked all day, but as it was, it was giggles and love all the way. So the journey down to the Lake District took us over seven hours, and was broken up with a bag of Haribo, two packets o