Day 7 - Ambleside to Preston

Another beautiful day started with another suitably filling breakfast served by our little friend Olivia from Kent House B&B! She did a great job serving us fruit and cheese, and helped us get our bikes ready.  
After a leisurely cycle around Windermere we passed Langdale Chase, the very hotel Fiona's parents enjoyed their honeymoon some 40 something years ago! It looks like they have done a bit of wood carving since then, but the views across the lake are stil as stunning! 
After a few more hours in the saddle had arranged to for tea and scones in Carnforth with Doreen and Brien, two of Norma's (Fiona's mum) old friends who live in Kendle. They were lovely!
It was then when things didn't go quite as planned. I thought it would be a good idea to take the scenic route down the Lancaster canal, and when I checked, the surface looked good. How wrong was I!  Despite starting off solid, it quickly descended into a bit of an off road track and after a mile of battling rough shingle we'd had enough. Battered and shaken we bailed off to catch the A6 into Preston instead. 
In the evening we met up with my sister Fay, who popped over from Manchester for a catchup over a Pizza express. Yum. 
 

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  1. Unknown7 August 2014 at 08:19

    looking good you two, keep up the great work xxx

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