A Diary of Our North Lakes Traverse: Day 1 –
We took the Virgin train to Penrith, really quiet & comfortable, a train journey we don’t get back home. Then a longish wait in station carpark opposite castle ruins, not sure of bus times, we want the #108 but only #508 on offer! Station staff unable to help, used Siri on his phone to talk to “Mr Google” – apparently budget cuts meant no new timetables have been printed. Aah, austerity.
Tried to get cash from ATM next to Macdonald’s but all cards rejected – wrong type, so a cashless holiday. Chatty schoolkids going home, catching buses to other towns. Apart from the uniforms, just like teenage kids back in Australia.
Finally #508 came and it cost £4 each – we had enough small change.
A short ride along English lanes, past Arthur’s Round Table and a sign to Roman Road, through the sunny late afternoon of the north of England. To Pooley Bridge, the most picturesque village you could imagine, nestled by a stream.
Walked along the Ullswater through woods and sheep fields to a resort seeking an ATM – but all cards rejected! Dinner in the pub, paid on Mastercard. Cashless seems the way to go in the Lake District. Good sleep in nice room, though rather warm. Traditional Cumbrian breakfast – sausage, bacon, baked beans and egg. Tried a bit of Robyn’s black pudding – not bad but can live without it. We were growled at because we hadn’t read the pre-order menu. Growled at for locking the door last night, growled at last night for arriving later than expected! Aah, Angela, our fat controller hostess.
Read on below . . . Day 2 along Ullswater