We get up, pack up and head back south via a trouble free M6, for once. That is after we’re found a rather nice breakfast in Ambleside. At Daisy’s Cafe I think it was. We’ll be back.
L also splashes the cash on a rather nice puffer jacket, which I am convinced she will never take off, even in the summer but we’ll see.
Once back home L heads out with the girls she usually runs with on a Monday night, although they’re not running, simply noshing and drinking in a restaurant in Derby instead.
MD has dog training or at least he was supposed to have. When we get there the arena has no lights but the owners haven’t bothered to tell anyone so we all turn up anyway. Someone suggests as we’ve all travelled some distance to be here... yeah like from Cumbria, we might as well go to the pub for an early Christmas drink. Sound idea.
(Monday 12th December)