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My Life ~ Week 17 and 18 September 15th ~ 29th 2004 |
Whoopee! Aunty Becky's home again!
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Manic me!
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And now for my first search and rescue mission in the Lake District ........
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Excuse me, but is this supposed to be fun? I think I'll get out of the way! (25-48 mph winds shattering tent poles, rain for a week, ground saturated, becks raging torrents, lake level so high it's covering the jetty preventing the steamers from stopping at Howtown. Says Rosie, the old lady at the farm: 'The highest I can ever remember seeing it'. Yep ..... this is fun!) |
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Moving house. (I'm safe and dry in the car!)
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Gillside campsite, Glenridding. We are here. (....... or were there, depending on your point of view!)
(photo courtesy of Ann Bowker's Mad about Mountains, 3rd Oct)
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Lake District rain!
(photos courtesy of Tony Richard's Lakelandcam, 4th Oct)
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Showing what's meant by 'the becks are full'!
(Slater's Bridge, Little Langdale - Lakelandcam (L) 3rd Oct, the Boss (R), May)
And the trouble with camping in this weather is .........
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.......... every time you go out for a pee you come back to suffer this indignity!
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When the going gets tough, the tough ........ do the only sensible thing and get into their sleeping bag!
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Oops! Where's the house gone!
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Claire says you're called Alexander. So, you're the sort of creature that lives in the Lake District, are you!
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Going home .........
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Are we nearly there?
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We must be nearly there by now. I've been sitting here for hours. Are you sure we aren't nearly there?
Gael
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