Freak Snow Showers

Another cosy lie in, sheltering from the elements in our tent. Together with some more cracking sex.

Eventually we get up, shower, have breakfast, and take the tent down. The heavy rain overnight hasn't flooded us out but has brought a wonderful covering of snow on the hills but none in the valley where we are.

We decide to drive up to Elterwater and do a shortened circuit of yesterdays walk. We stop for a nice posh coffee at Skelwith Bridge. We only walk for about two hours but this just about finishes Doggo off.

Before long its 4pm and time to head home down the motorway. It's been a very good weekend.

Heading down the M6 I am knackered and L insists I pull over and let her drive. This we do. I'm never too happy letting L drive. She is not the most confident driver and hates driving in any case. I suspect that she never actually 'wants' to drive but in this case she is more awake than me.

Also what always happens when L drives is that we hit some traffic jam of some sort almost as soon as she gets behind the wheel and today is no exception. The road signs soon tell us to slow to 50mph, then it say 20mph but there's no obvious reason why. This is no surprise as the motorway signs usually seem to be days out of date and can usually be taken with a pinch of salt. We see signs saying 'gritting in progress' all the way down the motorway but see no evidence of it.

Anyhow this time the 20mph is right as suddenly the motorway is covered in deep snowy slush. It appears some freak storm has turned the motorway into a skating rink. L, to her credit, copes brilliantly.

Near Stoke, we stop for a coffee, which as usual is pretty awful and I take us the rest of the way home, picking the kids up on the way.

Once home, L cooks a good Chicken Vindaloo from the Brit Spice book. It's a struggle but we stay AF. 37 for the week. If I hadn't gone out Tuesday then it would have been a more reasonable 29.

We are all tired but Doggo is the first in bed. Although there's nothing unusual in that.