6.25.09 Arrive- York, England to Lake District
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The 6 am ferry wake-up announcement came early. Really it was 7am our time, but we snagged our coffee/tea/hot chocolate delivery and promptly went back to sleep. Only the Captain’s announcement of an early arrival got us up.
We really enjoyed the ferry, although it always seems way too short. By the time you enjoy the sailaway sunset “Come sail away, comes sail away…” and log onto the rare internet in the bar, it’s time for rocking to sleep with the gentle waves, then awaken and off.
“Drive on the Left,” we reminded ourselves as we drove off the boat in
The roads were busy and usually 2-lane, so it took about 1.5 hours to get to
RV’ers Tip: Park & Rides are RV’ers best friends.
People come there to holiday for a week at a time.
But a tourist town is a tourist town and our mission is not to relax but to explore. So we headed out to see more of the north of
But the scenery was incredible: the stone walls, rolling green hills of tall grasses, pasturelands of sheep and horses, tiny stone cottages, tall purple foxgloves, and trees so thick that we’d remove sunglasses to see.
The campground was full! Blah! No overflow parking, reports of the other campground being full, but the nice Caravan Club lady gave us directions for 2 other campgrounds 3 miles away.
Continuing on the only road headed south from Windemere, we found Hill of Oak campground. We parked at the top before traversing a long winding road. It turned out to be nearly half a mile in there, which was a nice walk along pastureland and then the lake.
A sign on the door indicated 4 sites were open, so we found one and the girls held it while Charles and I hiked back.
But we took a little shortcut… up the “Squirrel Trail,” which was aptly named as we scampered through the woods up the hill. Then we took the “Farm Trail” and lost our path. We ended up crossing the pasture, under a fence wire, over a log, up more hills, scaring a sheep, arousing interest by 2 horses, and then over the fence, whereupon Charles got caught by the campground owner who was just driving down the road! Ha!
“Free Access” is a wonderful law in
Anyway, we explained the marked paths from the campground that we’d attempted to follow and that we were returning to Site 24 with the campervan that she’d just passed parked up the hill, so she kindly bid us good day and asked that we just sign in at the office in the morning.
Later the next day, when pressed, she admitted that when a gate is tied in a complicated manner, it’s probably a sign that you missed the path. Gates are special swing kinds (swing it forward, walk through, swing it back- like a U so an animal cannot get through) when they are part of the pathway.
Hill of Oak Campground was lovely, with huge spaces and lots of trees. I was surprised to awaken and not see another RV right beside me this morning! We had no idea of the cost and could not believe when we paid this morning that it was only 15 Pounds! It was right on
It was a scrounge-the-fridge dinner and to bed after a long day!