We made it back to the Old Sawmill Tearoom in exactly two hours; now that’s what I call getting the most out of £2.70
Cars pull on the car park & dogs eagerly jump out of car boots as their owners slip on wellies while David & myself de-boot under the canopy of what I recall was the toilet block, nevertheless we are protected by the winds.
Above our heads clouds swirl & I just cant make out what is going to happen next, will it be rain, hail of sun, we just didn’t know.
I follow David back to Whitehaven whilst listening to the girl on the radio urging folk to only travel if absolute necessary, judging by the look of my hair in the rear view mirror Id agree but what a wonderful ride. |