Muttley or the Pathetic Blogger

The day began with Muttley, the pet of the Lamb family who own and run Shieldhill Castle, performing his rabbit hunting tricks for me on a bitterly cold morning. We mostly enjoyed our anniversary night in the Castle - ask me what I didn't when you see me.

The Laird (wood chopper) and Lady (chef) were both friendly and down to earth but the Receptionist was the real gem. Shieldhill Castle was built in the 12th century and still has bits of the original - the staircase. Most of the public bits are post 15th C. They were hosting an Australian wine dinner the next night hence the high table, alas not for us. We slept in the stables.

After an excellent big breakfast we headed off for Windemere the slow way. Via twisty roads to Moffat and Penrith and Ullswater and other lovely parts of England. Need to consult the map for details.

The pathetic part of this entry is me - stuck here in this pub with free wifi at 10pm while my wife sits at home. On our 28th anniversary.

It's not as bad as it sounds, however. She is cuddling her daughter over a glass of red.

And I did put her up in a castle for her anniversary if you count it as AEST!

Thanks, make that a half of Hawkshead ale:)