18.08.2010 20 °C
And so, the intrepid quartet - Ben, Sam, Marley and mum - set off in Big Bertha all clean, tidy and ironed to begin the slide into decrepitude. We drove up to a service area par excellence on the M6 in the Lake District. The scenery suddenly changes when you get to the Lake District. Words like sweeping, majestic, awe-inspiring spring to mind but just feel like cliches. I don't have the wit to do it justice so will leave it there to entice the reader. So after checking into the campsite and visiting the hotel bar, the shop and the cafe I was feeling a little self-congratulatory. Then we met the levellers - midges. It's hard to be smug when your head is in a cloud of flies and you look like the smelly kid off Charlie Brown.
Catching Sam out of the corner of my eye 'Sam, stop staring'. 'What am I staring at mum?' 'The Man with the Funny Shaped Face'. 'No I was staring at the Very Fat Lady'.
Astonished and pleased to be able to report that we are having a barbie this evening. The weather is beautiful and we all splashed about in the sea this afternoon. Until Marley poo'd, yes in the sea. That one was my one apparently.