Thu, 7 Nov 2002 08:48:56 -0500
From: Marie Ascher <lounge_ascher@HOTMAIL.COM>
Subject: For Bonnie
Below is my whtm...it got captured and held hostage by the listserv
that we stayed at was the Wateredge in Ambleside, which Frommer's describes
as a "winning little choice". Here are some pictures: http://www.ambleside.u-k.org/adverts/wateredge/main.html.
On the day we arrived -- from London -- we were very very hungry. We were
between meals at the hotel (they served breakfast, lunch and dinner to
all guests every day) but they offered us some soup. Two huge bowls of
creamy wild mushroom soup arrived in our room shortly thereafter. Soup
was the thing to eat on this trip. I figure they do soup so well because
it's soup weather all the time. Soup and tea. Our room itself was sort
of overly <like that>, kind of froufrou frilly, and not in the oldest
part of the building. But we were at ground level, with lakefront views
The thing that really stands out about the place as a place to stay is
the food. We stayed there for I think three nights, and we ate every single
breakfast and dinner at the hotel. More food than we should eat, all very
rich, and very delicious. Duck, lamb, fish. I think it was all very British
but that British cooking has come a long way.
I'm sure this isn't helpful. I can't entirely recommend the place because
like you I know there is probably better, you might have stayed in better,
although I saw no flaw from the staff, to the accommodations themselves,
to the setting, and of course, the food.
They had boats with little outboard motors (that's right, right? -- a
little puttery thing) for guests to use so one day (or twice) we went
out on the lake (Windermere, that is) and tied our boat to a dock over
at Bowness, which is apparently the town where Bill and Hillary got engaged.
We had lunch there, soup of course. And pints. Yes, soup and pints. A
cute little town of curvy roads. We were quite taken with Ambleside and
the whole area -- the stonework, the quaintness of these towns, the natural
beauty of the area. One cabbie said the Texans who visit refer to the
stone walls as "stone fences".
One day we played pitch n putt golf in Ambleside, which seemed a very
British thing to do, me in my red Doc Marten's (procured in London), however.
I do not have a talent in this area. I had to climb a wall into an adjoining
cemetery at one point.
We bussed to near Castlerigg, and then walked along that very hallucinogenic
path to the stone circle. I think I had something of an out-of-body experience
along there. Maybe I ate something funny. When we got there, though, there
was a group of <differently abled> adults picnicking in the middle
of the circle. I got some really good pictures in which I don't
include any people, and it looks like I'm in the coolest, most serene
place ever, because my pictures don't come with audio. The walk was the
Oh, we also went to Wordsworth's home in...ahem, Cockermouth.
We took some walks in the woods, but we didn't <hike>. We didn't
the best footwear for it.