Having waved Sylvia off on Thursday morning, a ride up to Coniston Water was on that afternoon's agenda.
It was a bit of a blustery day. One of those that blows the cobwebs off. The building you can see up there is The Bluebird Cafe and that was where we ate lunch enjoying stunning views across the lake.
Taking a stroll by the lakeside the weather was definitely a bit fresh. Exhilarating, even. Middle sister felt the need to rearrange big sister's coat for her. Looking at this photo now reminds me of chimpanzees grooming each other. :-)
This is the river which runs through the centre of Coniston town. Picturesque for certain.
A close up of the house in the distance in the previous photo. How idyllic is that? How wonderful it must be to sit out on that deck with a good book and only the sounds of a babbling brook and birdsong for company. Heaven.
Something had caught Jerry's eye in this shop. This was the second time he had looked in this window. He was on the lookout for souvenirs to take home.
Maureen left them to it and Jerry left whatever it was he'd had his eye on in the shop. Only window shopping done this time.
Gorgeous scenery on the way back to the car. I think an estate agent would describe this property as "a delightful cottage nestled in glorious countryside near the lake". And as it happens, so would I.
This was one of several sunsets we were fortunate enough to feast our eyes on from the caravan park.
"Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of heaven".
And so, our break in the Lake District was drawing to a close.
Friday was going home day. On the way home we broke our journey in Kirkby Londsdale where we consumed a hearty late breakfast at The Old Bakery. William and I love that little place and have never been disappointed with the food in there.
My birthday is in September and in her card to me Maureen had written "Our road trips together have been some of our best memories and the ones coming up will be nothing less". To that I want to add "my sentiments exactly". As with every holiday we have ever spent together we had had a wonderfully, happy, fun time in Cornwall and, no surprise, more of the the same in Silverdale. Silverdale had perhaps even been a bit more special adding Jean and Sylvia into the mix.
Come back soon, Maureen and Jerry, let's do it all over again!