Hardened Campers

The night is blustery but hardly gale force. We've survived far worse, hardened campers that we are. It certainly doesn’t keep us awake nor blow the four of us into the next field.

In the morning, now that the rain has stopped, we take the dogs for a saunter around the area, then we supported the local economy at the Co-Op in Chapel Stile, the Hawkshead Brewery in Staveley and have lunch in the Watermill Inn at Ings.

Then its home, down the M6, which is as eerily quiet as it was on the way up. 

(Sunday 15^th December)