I'm a tad late with this offering - dealing with Amazon and our latest book.
It was an impulse buy and paid off. That answers the question 'why were we there?' As to the other question 'why is there a hotel in the middle of nowhere?' if you can read the blurb on the flyer then you will know. A pub used to be on site and when Manchester built the reservoir (there was a lake) they had to replace it and so they did in Art Deco and amazing it is. But, it's on the road to nowhere and quite a long way down at that. Quaint basic rooms - no drawers or shelving. Wind through the metal window frames. Shutters rather than curtains. Massive bath requiring some climbing skills. Antique heating. All made up for by the ambience of the hotel, coal fires and the views, views, views. Across to Kidsty Pike and High Street.
Autumn colours, rain and sun. Askham for a washed-out short walk and pub visit.
17 hotel rooms, same food in the bar and restaurant - all restaurant tables laid for two and occupied by whispering couples.
A two hour fell walk - the childbride's knee not brilliant for balancing on bumpy rocks.
Sunday with the papers and the cold window breeze.
Keswick for a day out, recalling our previous visits with mum and dad. Also Steve and walking up Skiddaw and Eric on our way back to St Bees. A lake launch trip.
Lots of rugby, but I've stopped thinking about that now.
On the road to nowhere, a dated and somewhat tired hotel that is not going to sleep any time soon.
Who is this idiot? In summer sunshine. Half way up Skiddaw with older brother 1976. Huddersfield RUFC shirt and a battered souwester from scouts.