Thursday 5 May

​The less said about our journey to Kendal the better. Suffice to say it involved considerable delays, diversions, simmering tensions and the sat nav packing up just when we needed it. Nevertheless we reminded ourselves that unlike many we weren't missing deadlines or running late for appointments and neither were we the unfortunate people involved in the accidents that caused the delays. In particular we reminded ourselves that we have a toilet on board Mavis and made full use of it as our morning coffee took full effect. 

We are delighted to report that the site at Kendal is simply stunning. We pitched among the trees, next to a babbling stream, in fading dappled sunlight with the aroma of wild garlic and the trill of songbirds retiring for the night for company. The site is a former gunpowder mill and ruins dripping with moss abound with neat little bridges over former water channels. 

We want to come back here as 10 year old's to explore them with the careless abandon and wonder of childhood. Its all most bewitching and our cares and frustrations are melting away again.