We woke up at our hotel in Windermere with some of our clothes just a bit damp from the previous night’s rain. Fortunately, we had a trouser press to dry clothes. Then we went down for the breakfast provided by the hotel.This hotel also allowed us to order a hot breakfast as part of our free meal, and they offered an American breakfast of pancakes and bacon.
Stop number one was the home that Romantic poet Willam Wordsworth had in Grasmere: Dove Cottage.
Although larger than the small Windermere house, Dove Cottage was not large.
The passport has no picture and describes William at the age of 66: “Forehead – bald; Eyebrows – white; Eyes – grey; Nose – medium; Chin – round; Face – oval; Complexion – ordinary.” As vague as this sounds, you would still be almost as likely to recognize William from his passport as you would be to recognize me from my expired modern-day passport.
The village of Grasmere looked like something a movie studio would have set up to reproduce a quaint English town.
Quaintness factor = 500%
The highlight was a small (and, of course, quaint) bakery specializing in gingerbread.
The smell of gingerbread in the bakery was amazing.
Now we’ll have to check the box for “proximity to livestock” on our customs forms when we return to the U.S.
Like Dove Cottage, Hadrian’s Wall received the group’s stamp of approval.
Fortunately, our travelers mastered the lessons learned on the trip north, and we were able to navigate the city center without a single student standing on a toilet. As far as I know.Our dinner was at an Italian restaurant. Apparently, Scotland’s cuisine is so bad that the no one thinks visiting American teenagers will eat it.
This region of Britain was known as Mid-Lothian, and we found the county building in Edinburgh.
Next up – a full day in Edinburgh.