The tide is high...

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And so to our last days in the Lake District.

We had a really lovely time with my sister and brother in law (on the husband's side) and spent a most pleasant day ferreting around Cartmel Priory and various antique shops.  As you can imagine, the husband was thrilled with this, but he put on a brave face as he stood outside various establishments with the two dogs while Mrs W and I hit the second hand shops, vintage shops (see second hand shops), retro shops (see before) and a rather wonderful food store where I could buy a whole day's food with a whole week's housekeeping.  We agreed that 'Lake District' comes into the same category as 'London' and 'Henley-on-Thames' where is is completely acceptable to stick an extra zero at the end of any price.  This explains why I came back with just two lottery tickets and a pamphlet on the Priory.

We finished off the day with a delicious meal at a restaurant courtesy of our lovely neighbours.  They had grouped together to buy us a final meal to celebrate the husband's 60th birthday, and Mrs W (she with a penchant for a Bernese Mountain Dog) chose well.  

We said goodbye to the inlaws, and settled down for our last night in the Wobble Box. 

Our very last day was spent in  Arnside, wandering up and down the prom with the two dogs and a bacon roll.

'What are all those people waiting for?' I asked the husband having spotted crowds of people dotted up and down the prom staring to the left.

After some conversations with some of those staring out to sea, we discovered that we were about to see the Arnside Bore.  A natural phenomenon where the sea and river meet at high tide.  Apparently, it was something worth waiting for.

Now, I am no expert in natural matters, but having seen the group of canoeists hovering at the mouth of the bay, I was expecting something similar to Hawaii-Five-O when the two waters cracked heads at 12.32.  

A tidal wave?

A tsunami?

My mind was working overtime, and I said to the husband to stand near a bench in case we had to reach for higher ground. And then it happened.

I'll say this for it.  The Arnside Bore lived up to its name...




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