Yesterday it rained.
And so I made a mistake.
I thought that dragging the kids out on another
forced march jolly family walk would make them miserable. So I thought, let’s go to where there is civilisation, let’s go to Ambleside. There will be stuff to do there.
I was basing this on my last visit.
Which was, gulp, over twenty years ago.
I remember mooching with my dad, looking in quirky little shops, eating at a surfer/climber dude vegetarian cafe. It was great.
That was twenty years ago.
Now? Well it’s great if you like to shop in the kind of shops you get on any old high street anywhere in the UK.
Admittedly with more than the average number of outdoor pursuits high street chains (Blacks? Tick. Mountain Warehouse? Tick. Trespass? Tick. Fat Face? Tick).
And if you like your coffee shops following the Costa/Starbucks, barista and muffins route.
But the thing was.
All these outdoor pursuits shops, filled with people buying stuff?
And nobody seemed to be walking anywhere.
We walked the 1mile to the lakeside, and saw hardly anyone.
Caught the boat to Bowness.
And there was another huddle of people, all trying to find stuff to buy.
And ignoring the beauty of the lakes and mountains around them.
But perhaps I’m being unfair.
We wandered around, trying to fill the time until we could catch the boat back again.
And ended up having our feet eaten by fish.
The kids love the Garra Rufa experience, but the spa? treatment room? fish shop? (what do you class this experience as?) near us closed down a few years ago.
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em 🙂
Then we caught the boat back to Ambleside
And dragged the kids out on a two mile walk around Tarn How just to cheer them up.
They’ll thank us for it.