Holiday in the Lakes

We had our last holiday of the year in the Lakes in the last week of September. We camped. I think our weather friends must have worried for us spending a week in such a wet place with a one year old under canvas, and went to the trouble of organising a country-wide heatwave for us, which was nice. I'm not sure the Lakes really does heatwaves, but we certainly had a couple of very warm days and it was always fine in the valleys, if sometimes 'misty' on the tops.

We had a really great time. Marisca was so good around the campsite, poddling about all over the place. She enjoyed being in the backpack when we climbed some big hills (Langdale Pikes and Coniston Old Man, as well as up to Black Sail pass). She didn't complain too much at being dragged around Grizedale forest in a bike trailer. And she liked the sheep an awful lot.

Marisca having fun in the tent:

and sitting on her new ladybird chair, which she enjoyed pointing at, having climbed onto one of our chairs, rather more than she liked sitting on it.

On the way up to Coniston (apparently - we never saw it), and the highest up she has ever been.

We had a quiet day on the Ravenglass and Eskdale railway where Risky loved the trains in the display cabinet (choo choo! choo choo! choo choo!) and enjoyed playing on the train shaped climbing frame even more.

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On another cloudy day we went to Wasdale and started a big walk, to be turned back by the stubborn peak clouds. That left us with time to paddle in the lake, mid lunch. We didn't go far in - it is the deepest lake in England and we didn't have our arm bands.

All in all, a lovely holiday in lovely surroundings, and a tiring one.