The good news? We weren't there! We packed the car, went and got the girls out of school a little early and then the phone rang. Our friends had reached The Lakes before we did. And the site assigned to us in the campground was already an inch under water. The site owners were adamant it was fine and no money back was due. Our friends suggested we not come. (Our friends checked out the site this morning and that is how we know the water levels continued to rise.)
Well, as you can imagine, that was just fine by me. Unfortunately there were two children in the car who's little faces fell. So we drove the Peak District instead. And we pitched the tent in a near empty field - only three other tents there - which squelched when you walked on it. But it wasn't flooded. This was in its favour. And it wasn't actually raining much in The Peaks.
Though the wind was pretty darn gusty!
Once the tent was up things weren't too bad at all. Warm and dry inside we had a nice dinner of pasta with bolognaise sauce. I read to the girls and by ten o'clock all were tucked up snug as bugs in rugs.
|Well tied down!|
|Setting up their side of the tent.|
|Can you camp without a quilt?|
(Remind you to show you this quilt some time.
I didn't make it myself.)
|The favourite form of entertainment was|
Water in that mug? You take and educated guess.
Other than the train tracks the other side of the next field - which were surprisingly busy and loud. And the cockerels this morning. And the baby lambs in search of their mother. And the air mattress from hell. Nah, I had a great time, until it came to the sleep bit.
Home a day early. Napped the afternoon away. I think we came to a good compromise over the flooded fields of Cumbria.