|Coniston. What a difference a day makes.|
|The ice path from the disabled bay to|
Creeping in to Hawkshead carpark we were very mindful of the ferociousness of their car parking system; in short it costs and arm and a leg to park and if you fall foul of it you're likely to be shot at dawn. Or something like that. Having nabbed the last disabled spot available AND paid through the nose to park, we were more than a little disappointed to see that although there was a pile of grit next to the pay and display machine, no-one had actually spread any of it - or is that one of the requirements of parking there too, "grit your own path"? What is simply a slushy path for most of us is a terrifying 50 yards if you're elderly and unsteady on your feet. Mum was very keen to have a look around the whole of the village, but was unable to do anything other than peruse the main shop and have a coffee (more of that later). Like most visitors she enjoys buying nick nacks on her travels so although it was only a small loss to local businesses it was still a loss.
|Home again, home again, jiggety jig.|
And so back to mum who was, by now, in the cafe enjoying a coffee and a tea cake. As you'll know if you're a regular reader, I am a passionate supporter of local businesses and keen to promote them wherever and whenever I can. "Credit where credit is due", that's my motto. Unfortunately there was no credit due today. We were charged a new record price of £7.30 for a pot of tea for 2 and 2 toasted teacakes. My cup was dirty so I returned it and asked for another only to be met with an evil glare and a wordless exchange of cups. Not so much lacking in festive spirit as lacking in any spirit at all. And nothing cheers my heart more as a customer than hearing 2 employees complain loudly about their jobs and employer within earshot. We would have loved to have stayed and listened longer but a) it was freezing cold in there and b) we couldn't afford to take out a mortgage for an additional hours parking...
As the weather how now settled into a steady, if monotonous, downpour of snowy, rainy, sleety slush we headed for home and an afternoon of hot tea, sausage rolls and festive movies. Tomorrow the forecast is for dry weather and temperatures above freezing. That being the case I'm going to take the advice of one of the commenters from a couple of days ago and spend the time exploring good old Grange and perhaps nipping over to Cartmel. I believe there's a bylaw in these parts which states that you have to consume at least one sticky toffee pudding per quarter, and I do so like to keep on the right side of the law.