The main point of our trip to the Lakes was a nice walk. And, for once, almost everything went to plan! The weather was spectacular, and the 6km walk was amazing (thanks to the walk guidebook Paul had bought in Ambleside the night before).
The walk starts over mountains…
…continues into a wood…
…and comes back along a Lake. This is Wordsworth Country, so we read Wordsworth’s poetry to each other as we walked. The best spot we found to read it was on a tree over the lake (below, centre).
Feeling very satisfied and lucky to have found a walk away from the crowds, we continued back into Ambleside, where we visited the house and garden of our resident poet, William Wordsworth.
We stopped briefly at a delicious bakery in Ambleside to feast on hot cross buns by a picturesque river, then left the Lake District and continued east.
We stopped briefly in Skipton to visit an old castle.
The reason we came to Bradford for night #3 was to see where Paul’s granny (who passed away a few days before we left New Zealand) was born. That was a great experience.
|Paul in front of the house where his granny was born in 1916.|
Afterwards, we headed into Bradford town for a curry dinner. Apparently they’re good here, according to the Lonely Planet.