Time to re-emerge after a few days AWOL, not least because we have been away to celebrate Mrs P’s birthday, taking ourselves off to the Lakes. As previously mentioned, ain’t it odd that we ignore beauty on our doorstep? This time a 90-minute whizz up the M6 to Bowness on Windermere.
I’m not about to recount the trip in its entirety, just a few observations and photos, like the one above blue tacked to the window of the oldest pub in town. Click for a close-up, but here’s what it said:
“Any individuals behaving in a threatening, abusive or violent manner, causing damage or using drugs may be banned from these premises.”
The may are my italics. Surely that should be will, but then the Hole in t’ Wall must know its clientele better than I do. Like Charles Dickens for example.
Our visit to the pub followed a short four-mile walk by the lake and environs. Our guide leaflet told us to turn off the main road onto a “permissive path.” I’d half expected a slippery slope to moral ruin only to find that it is an archaic version of “permitted” or “not forbidden.” Here’s Mrs P on the path .
Should you find yourself in Bowness, here are a couple of recommendations. First somewhere to eat. Our hotel couldn’t fit us in for dinner as we had planned, but this was fortunate as we ended up at Jackson’s Bistro instead and the food was excellent and not overpriced, £50 for the two of us including drinks.
I particularly recommend the moules calaniere (I think that was how it was spelt) which is a take on the usual marniere, but with just a hint of curry and coconut flavours. Absolutely delicious.
Second, somewhere to visit. It was wet and gloomy on the second day so we ditched the walking idea and went to Blackwell. The “Arts and Crafts House” sub-title didn’t excite me much, but I was very pleasantly surprised. It is a staggering building, not in that stately home preserved in aspic sort of way, but as somewhere you could actually imagine living in.
The White Drawing Room in particular is a place you want to just sit in, be relaxed, read a book and occasionally admire the craft of Baillie Scott that created it, not to mention the theme that follows the fireplaces and the fab bedrooms .
It was only as we sat down for a coffee at the end that we read the back of the leaflet — “No photography of any kind is permitted inside Blackwell.” Too late, I say, publish and be damned. I’m not afraid of the copyright poli… Er, yes. I’ll come quietly officer.