The campsites that Neda found are on the other side of Lake Windermere. We take a short ferry ride across instead of riding around in the rain
Oh dog, you look so warm and dry in front of us! So jelly!
We're on our way. Riding at 30 down these country lanes.
We arrive at the campsite and Neda gets off the bike to grab us a site. She returns shortly with a forlorn look on her face. "No space. All booked up."
Oh no! At least the rain has temporarily let up as we hop back on the bikes to head to the next campsite on Neda's list. I'm so thankful she's done all this research!
Fifteen minutes later we're knocking on the door of another campsite. But once again, no vacancy! Neda informs me, "Apparently we're here on the busiest weekend of high season. The last summer weekend before kids go back to school..."
What a change from Scotland. Up in the Highlands, campsites are all empty and about to close because the season is winding down. But just a few hours south, we're unable to find a place to sleep.
Just to add insult to injury, it starts to drizzle once again...
We asked around for vacant campsites and this lead us to a farm just outside of a tiny town called Coniston
Once again, I wait outside while Neda goes in to secure accommodations. Not sure if the peacock is a good omen...
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