The Threshing Barn
Without any doubt, The Threshing Barn is the real deal. We were met by Anna upon our arrival and were shown through this very special holiday location. We each had 4 luxury queen sized bedrooms with ensuite (ours with a roll top bath as well), a lovely kitchen and 2 lounge areas. But this is somewhat set aside when you consider the views we had. Views all around. I’ll share more below, but this is what we arrived to. Wow!
Our day started in Wales as we made our way slowly through the very distinct Wales countryside and unique language. Town names like “Llanrhaeadr-ym-Mochnant”. If I were to describe the people of Wales, I would say everyone I met felt they were part of a very proud community, contributing to the country and region if by no other way other than a respect for each other and the place they live.
We travelled north east back to England, slicing Liverpool and Manchester without seeing either. We drove up into Cumbria and directly toward Lake Windermere. Looking for a place to dine, we headed directly straight to the centre point of the lake at Bowness-on-Windermere. Boy was that a mistake! There was not a single car park in town due to a regatta or event or something that was going on. After driving around for 10 minutes we went straight back up the road to a pub we had seen on the way in. “The Brown Horse Inn” at Winster. The hotel was pretty much full (as would be expected for a Sunday Lunch), but we squeezed into the beer garden. I ordered and ate my “toad in the hole” (bangers and yorkshire pudding) which was lovely. In fact we all really enjoyed our food here. The location was as tasty as the food we ate. Here are a couple of the photo’s I took.
The drive up to Dalston (near Carlisle) in the north of the country took us along the largest of the Cumbrian lakes in a windy, yet very scenic view. The roads were narrow, the convoy of cars was long, but the drive was picturesque and very enjoyable. Finally back onto a “A Road” for a 60 odd miles and we made our way to Dalston where we were to spend our next couple of nights in pure luxury.
Carlisle and Surrounds
The rolling hills were dotted with wonderful barns, bridges & manor houses. The fences were all either stone or hedging. I can see why people go to Cumbria and never return. I particularly liked this bridge which Trevor and I visited, to have a closer inspection. Funnily, as we parked the car to walk over a bridge, a man, a woman and their child were walking back over the bridge. With a kayak under arm! He through he would have a play under the bridge over the bustling water flowing over the rocks. Why not I say! Probably more useful than just taking photographs of it.
The following day, we went to see Carlisle Castle, in the centre of the nearby city. Carlisle Castle, about 900 years old was the scene of many wars between the Scots and the English. Mary Queen of Scots was imprisoned here for several months in 1567. You can get a real sense of life as it was, when you walk through the tiny corridors and peek out at the landscape through the archers holes in the sides of the castle. You also get a sense of how much history there is in England when you read about some of the battles they’ve fought and how the Kings used to claim an area, fight for it then renege it to another leader of an army who, at the time won the battle, before reclaiming it once again sometime in the future.
On our final day, as we left Cumbria we drove up to Edinburgh via a visit to Hadrian’s Wall, which building was commenced in about 120 A.D. by the Romans in the Province of Britannia in the reign of Emperor Hadrian. What is left is a ruin of a wall that stretched from the East Coast to the West Coast of Northern England. It was torn down after it fell into disuse, with most of the high stone wall being used for housing in the area. The wall fronted several garrisons and fortifications across it’s length. What can be seen now is basically a footprint of what it used to be.
After our stop at Hadrian’s Wall we continued up to Edinburgh hoping our next accomodation would be as luxurious.
Finally, all of the photographs together. In one place to view them all, at one place, without having to look back to where they were not all together. …in one place…
…with a few extras chucked in…