Travel stories of a caravan duo, plus a 5th Wheel and Isuzu truck in Europe

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Typical British Weather!

Day 2 of our little sojourn started off grey and misty so we decided to head inland again for a jaunt around a different Lake/Mere before stopping off to visit relatives nearby.

We found it ironic that everyone we know is currently moaning about a heatwave yet here, in Keswick and Maryport, we’ve had rain!

As soon as we went over the first hillock, lo and behold, the clouds dissipated and the sky turned a shade of blue and that orangey/yellow blob in the sky appeared occasionally! When the sun is out, England certainly is a beautiful place.

We headed towards Penrith and Ullswater, a glacial lake, second largest of all the lakes and surrounded by beautiful rolling hills.

We stopped at Pooley Bridge initially, but the tiny village at the head of the lake was heaving, full of walkers and coach loads of the much older generation, waiting to board the Lake’s steamer boats.

We left there promptly and headed alongside the lake, stopping at a place advertised as a “small 3 star relaxed contemporary Hotel”. Wow, what a gem! The immaculate grounds led right down to the lakeside through fields of wildflowers and grand trees with swings (yes, I had a go!!).

The patio was bathed in sunshine and was filled with large comfy outdoor sofas and chairs. The entrance hall housed a selection of Wellington boots (to be borrowed) and maps for walking around the area but the highlight was the toilets! Yes, really! Art deco style black and white tiles blended modern toilets and handbasins with the most amazing aroma, turns out to be an air freshener, hand soap and cream made locally and scented with grapefruit lemon and mint! Heavenly fresh and vibrant.

The old greenhouse had been transformed into an outside bar complete with a woodburner and the kitchen gardens hid a few Shepherds cottages and a Treehouse.

The hotel had an indoor pool which overlooked the patio and an outdoor “endless pool” as well as a wild water swimming area as well AND a spa so we just had to investigate prices……and there we stopped! 2 nights at the beginning of July for a couple was £800, to include dinner a cool £1000!!! We quickly legged it out of there before we were charged for sitting on a chair! In the bar, a local ale was £5.95 a pint and a G&T was £8.50 so I’m sure cheap bottle of wine would set you back a hefty pile of ££££s.

While we were in the area, I was keen to look at the village of Appleby, famous for its annual gypsy and horse gatherings. The day we visited, the small quaint village was quiet and serene with not a single horse in sight.

Our final visit of the day was to family living nearby. My Aunt and Uncle live in a small village in a Grade 2 listed house called Woodbine House, it used to have an old tannery attached. It’s currently up for sale as they are hoping to move back to Norfolk.

We had taken cakes which we had with tea and coffee whilst catching up with their life news. It’s been a very long time since we have seen them but they had received some bad news that day so we didn’t overstay. I was also aware that David may have had a pain in his back or felt ill, he kept fidgeting on the sofa and moving forwards and back and was very willing to be shown around the house and garden……it wasn’t until we left that he told me he wasn’t in pain but he was trying to get away from the stinky farting dog he was sharing the sofa with 🥴😁😁😁😁 I tried very very hard not to laugh 😀

We returned to Bessy who was again enveloped in a grey cold fog; the wind picked up overnight so we were well and truly battered overnight.

Bessy’s in the Lake District!

After a few hectic weeks in Liverpool, Bessy decided she needed some fresh air and a change of scenery so a trip away to the Lake District was arranged. Driver David wound his way through hours of nose to tail traffic on the M6, Navigator Juliet said “turn left” at Penrith and we headed towards the little known town of Maryport, looking out over the Irish channel towards the hills of South West Scotland.

Arriving at Maryport Marina

Bessy settled down nicely on a grassy pitch overlooking the small Marina, nestled between other caravans and motorhomes of all shapes and sizes. Only thing that was different was that Bessy was minus a dog or two, which everyone else had. David and Juliet decided to explore……

Their first job was to rate the pubs/eateries within walking distance, so a relaxing chilled pint was downed firstly in the Lifeboat Inn before heading to the Captain Nelson pub, sadly all full of cobwebs and forlornly closed. Fortunately right next door was Maryport’s “award winning” Tandoori restaurant, so in they went! The menu selections, rated at a 2.5 out of 5, turned out to be an expensive and disappointing meal, not to be repeated, lesson learned! Not sure how they won any awards for all three dishes being the same colour, taste and mild strength so I’m guessing its 🏡 cooking from now on!

Not sure exactly what Maryport has going for it, apart from it being famous for being at the end of Hadrian’s Wall and it has a few Roman ruins otherwise its a small ex-fishing northern village with an awful Indian restaurant. However, sunsets are pretty, when the mist clears.

Day 1 – Another chilly misty day, while the rest of the UK is having a heatwave!!! David and Juliet left Bessy safely parked up and took a drive to nearby Keswick and one or two Lakes, firstly Bassenthwaite then down to Derwent Water. Bit of information for you…..Bassenthwaite is the only true Lake of the 16 lakes in the Lake District, the others are Waters or Meres.

We parked in Keswick and mooched about the town, perfect place if you are a hiker, mountaineerer, or fell walker – every other shop was aimed at the outdoor types, or food shops with the odd art gallery thrown in.

We walked down to Derwent Water, got ripped off buying a sausage roll, meat pie (for dinner) and a bottle of drink for £20 and that was to take away from the lakeside cafe!! We admired the quiet and calmness of the lake and imagined how chaotic it would be in the height of summer, madness I’m sure!

We noted how well cared for the whole town was, including the town’s park, it was bursting with colour, scent and activities.

We decided to take a different route home but also took a short detour off the main road to a viewpoint, and what a view! It was at the other end of Derwent Water to where we had been in Keswick and we could see Bassenthwaite in the distance.

We then took a loop back to the coast to look at Allonby beach, the only exciting thing we saw was an beautiful converted church with an unusual turreted clock tower. The day ended with another colourful sunset!

Allonby – a little bit of history.

Allonby originally started life centuries ago as a tiny community scattered around four farms but over many years it grew into a small fishing port, with the main catch being herring which were salted or smoked to preserve them for transport to market. In 1703 the Religious Society of Friends, otherwise known as Quakers, converted a cottage in the village into a Meeting House and the Quakers became a large and influential section of the local community.

The Quaker’s influence created several larger properties in the village, a congregational chapel built in 1844, a Meeting House and the Reading Room built on what had been the site of a factory school with a large weaving room and tithe barn. Designed by a Quaker architect from Manchester and opened in 1862 the reading rooms and a library originally stood over an open Italian-style piazza where people could shelter from bad weather; eventually though the open colonnade was bricked in and the space converted into a billiard and games room. The reading rooms served the people of Allonby for more than a hundred years and at one point became home to a collection of natural history specimens. During WW2 they were used by the WVS (Womens Voluntary Services) for the preparation of camouflage netting for the armed forces, and during the 1951 Festival of Britain they served as the venue for a ‘Festival of Antiques’. Unfortunately usage had declined by the early 1970s and maintenance was a problem so the building was sold, with the proceeds being used to upgrade the village hall. The new owner was a local businessman who proposed to turn the building into a motorbike museum but his plans were turned down by the local authority and the place stood empty for thirty years. Gradually the building began to deteriorate and after a severe storm part of the roof collapsed, bringing the gable end down with it. Finally, in 2005 the local council agreed to a partial demolition and conversion to residential use, and after the work was hampered by delays and ever-increasing costs the new owners eventually took up residence in 2013.

And all this history in such a small village!!

Adios, farewell and adeus…..until next time!

Sadly, the end of our holiday came around too quickly, as they do! The last week was spent simply enjoying life as a tourist – beach time, eating and drinking out, haggling with the beach market traders, taking a dip in the sea and enjoying reading a book in the shade.

Here’s a few images from our Last Farewell week……

The Last Supper with our new friend and Graham’s “adopted Indian Son” Joel….can you see the likeness????? 😄

The moment the Son was Adopted……

The last sighting of a local thong clad fisherman, apparently it stops chafing…..😁😁😁

Final night of watching bulls being washed and exercised on the beach

A regular daily view, cows crossing the roads

Our last sunset at Domnick’s beach bar……

Fishing families resting beside their boats…

Fish straight from the sea……you couldn’t get any fresher!

Beach dogs playing tag with the fishermen’s ropes, and around our dinner table. These 5 puppies were maybe 3 months old, and simply adorable 😍

Unusual items carried on a Scooter

And finally, some amazing sunset poses!

A Day at Work

We’ve met a lovely young man called Joel during our stay here, Graham has adopted him as his Indian son (because of their facial similarities) and David is his dancing partner!

We’ve met an aunt and uncle, brother and other family members and whilst talking to Joel we enquired as to his job, he’s in construction. Joel mentioned his cousin is the Director/owner of a drinks bottling plant and asked if we would like to have a factory tour. Graham plus David plus Alcohol = Definite Yes!!!

A few days later, we met Joel at midday and were introduced to Jay, a supervisor. Jay then took us to see the bottling, labelling and packing lines. Some 200 people were quietly working away (yes, it was surprisingly quiet) rhythmically checking each bottle after it has been filled, putting corks in and caps on, checking the label placement and finally being boxed up and packed ready for delivery.

The production lines that day were filling flavoured Breezer type drinks, gin and fullsized and minature of rum. David is a fan of the Old Monk rum so was particularly interested to watch the bottles being filled, checked, sealed, labelled and packaged.

We went into the storage area where massive stainless steel containers hold the raw products before it is pumped across to the bottling area.

We saw barrels of imported scotch whiskey, waiting to be put into the bottling system. And we watched workers adding the alcopop syrup flavourings before being blended with the fizzy water which is made with demineralised water and gin to make Seltzer drinks.

Afterwards we went up to the Boardroom for coffee and met Mrinal, the current owner and Director. His father started the business some 20 years ago and has expanded into Bosnia and southern India in Bangalore. Dad’s now happily retired.

He confirmed that all staff lodge nearby, work 8 to 5 with regular breaks, work for 2 to 3 years without a holiday (their choice) then go home for a few months with their money, so staff turnover is very low.

In the Boardroom, on display was an impressive selection of their products, lots of flavoured gins and vodkas, whiskies, brandies, port wines as well as rums, liqueurs and pre-mixed cocktails.

Such an interesting few hours, it was lovely to see happy workers, clean premises and the Awards that the company have won for their efforts. It almost felt like we were back at work but without the suits and ties, and the responsibility of course! Thank you to Joel and his cousin Mrinal.

Carnival Time!

We have just witnessed a weekend of chaotic Carnival festivities, but what good fun!!

On Saturday our local village Benaulim held it’s colourful carnival with about 15 floats passing by, completely decked out with their own 5000 megawatt noise systems! The main carnival started from Paniji the capital, then they amalgamated and over the next 3 days, toured other cities.

As the floats and their dancers passed by, it was hard to distinguish between the float hangers-on and general public, who were still trying to pass the procession in the narrow streets.

Earlier in the afternoon, a dozen traffic police (the blue markers show a traffic officer) were stood at a road junction where the parade was passing and initially we thought they would stop all traffic as it approached….but no! This is typical Indian madness. The traffic police blew whistles and held up their hands to stop scooters passing by…..and the riders totally ignored the police and carried on, whizzing round the officers and revving engines until the smell of two-stroke almost made us cough!!

As the first float went past, the road was filled with colourful youngsters on 100s of scooters, all smiling and waiting patiently to move on. The next float followed, as did another batch of youngsters and so it continued….until all floats ended up at the beach where they were judged before heading home.

On Sunday afternoon, we got a taxi into Margao, our nearest city, to watch an even bigger, noisier and more colourful parade! Most of the floats from Benaulim were in this parade but the rest were bigger, more spectacular, louder and more colourful….the noise from the speakers is indescribable, as each one passed, the next blended in, it was fantastic!!!

The floats were representative of local families or clubs and organisations, families that make wood products (furniture etc.), youth groups that look after the marine life, organisations that support collecting plastics from the beaches and the sea etc. Some were religious groups (church trailer and wedding dancers) and others were clubs like a modified car group, Lambretta scooter group or a dance school.

Another aspect that we found amazing was the involvement and support by youngsters, they were not afraid of dressing up, getting involved and participating in dances, unlike kids in the UK!

A great, but long, afternoon and evening was had, followed by a wonderful traditional Italian pizza meal, suggested by a lovely Goan man we have met several times in local bars!!

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