Despite having made plans for a paddle and there being plenty of water about, plans changed and it was off on a mission with Sue. Not hard-core whitewater or slogging up a hillside through snow drifts, nor even finger jamming on some sheltered crag; suffice it to say that the boss eventually found the dressing gown she was looking for, though not in the right size, at a shop in Cartmel. Neither could we find the potted plant to quite match the decor in the conservatory despite searching through the entire stock of Hayes in Ambleside.
We headed off to Tarn Hows for a wander in the sunshine where Bruce hoovered abandoned sandwiches from the carpark and Dugal found - and vanished in pursuit of - yet more sheep.
No worries though, we still had shopping to do; the picture "that would be perfect for the downstairs loo" and had been playing on her mind was still there, in Poppi-red, Hawkshead, though not for long! A browse through the bookshop before continuing with my post-Christmas diet by scoffing a clotted cream tea brought our swanning around to an end and we headed home as the sun set on a lazy day in the Lakes.
Sunshine breaking through at Tarn Hows
Brrrrrruce
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