Kendal to Liverpool

Another great night this time in Kendal, just a few things of interest about this dot on the map. What we thought was just a village turned out to have a population of around 30,000 and their local cricket club was established in1835 also their fruity cider is another story. We make tracks for Windermere just north of our present location, wow has this place got it self smothered in beauty. As we park the van and decide where this adventure should start you just can't take all this beauty in , just stunning and truely amazing. As we wander this beautiful place the girls spot the Beatrix Potter museum and head in for a look while I seek higher ground for a birds eye view. A local steers me to higher ground and pretty soon I have a commanding view of this beautiful place, I take my place on a park bench and saviour the view. As we meet up and swap stories time is a wasting we hit the M6 bound for Liverpool, asTom Tom lights up and we make for the M6. All of these M&A roads are very busy so the eyes in the back of your head also need to be also open. Spot a sign saying Blackpool so a quick detour and Blackpool here we come, we arrive in this carnival city by the sea and are just gobsmacked 5kilometres of carnival and side show activities. Unable to find a park so we kept heading south, on arrival in Liverpool and with some confusion we arrive at the Novetel hotel smack bang in Beatles territory, all that stuff to do in the morning..........WADDA
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Edinburgh to Kendal

The new navigator has now taken over as the boss,you guessed it Tom Tom has arrived to rescue us from disaster. Try as they may the others were just not up to the level required for for this difficult job, Tom Tom is an expert in the art of navigation and he knows best. Sometimes he maybe speaks a bit soft but I am coping with this minor problem, by the way the food in Edinburgh has been voted some of the best we have had. Now the road trip to Kendal with Tom Tom taking pride and place in the front we depart Edinburgh bound for the lakes district of Crumbia. As the navigator takes it gently on us and takes us past every Damm school in Edinburgh we finally break loose of the city limits, what a relief. As we follow family hunches and folklore we head to Pebbles in search of some long deceased relative ( a doctor I think) , soon the van is full of jibber regarding information relating to this matter. So armed with these vital clues this matter is to be continued at a later date, thank god. Soon another castle is on the horizon so we veer off for a bit more castle mania ,next stop is Gretna Green not far from the boarder. Gotta gather more trinkets don't seem to have enough yet ,after a long drawn out procedure we arrive at this ghost infested pub called the Romneys. Ghosts I have never heard so much rot in all my life just another way to try to fleece poor old WADDA again. Gotta go Tom Tom is awake..........WADDA

Edinburgh in the rain

Start the day dodging the traffic warden, yes he is in full flight in this street trying to nip cunning old WADDA for a few quid in parking fines. Not to be so l have relocated the vehicle away from this nasty man, I hope. We gather in dribs&drabs out the front of Haymarket hotel and begin to implement our plans for today, set off to see the Edinburgh castle in fairly chilly conditions. With the wind at our backs we enjoy the brisk 2 kms walk, through a city that looks tired and a touch grubby but we continue. Our arrival at the castle the wind has turned for the worst it's now officially freezing, by jumping from one doorway to the next we remain out of theses terrible conditions. Well a few hours into this castle haunting we declare a lunch break, and head to the Ensign Ewart hotel to refuel the boiler. WADDA notices there is a hot toddy on the drinks list, i take this opportunity to sample some of Scotland's finest whisky. The tasting experts from Australia declared it devine ,with the lunch break over we brace the elements once again. WADDA has a plan for this shitty old day so he offers to take his precious grandchildren home out of this terrible weather, an offer they readily accept. As we ride home in style in a black cab I smile to myself and think this is livin.......WADDA