After a lot of thought and planning, we recently embarked on a Northern road trip to South Lakeland for a long weekend. Our plan was to spend as much time as possible outside and to catch up with my friend-who-is-like-my-brother.
The traffic certainly appeared to be back to pre-lockdown levels – we spent 90 minutes travelling 15 miles through road works. When we stopped to eat our picnic lunch, I found that social distancing was non existent when I went to make use of the Ladies. No-one, apart from me, appeared to be in any way concerned, although the majority of the heaving multitude were wearing face masks.
As we drove North, we left the rain and thunderstorms behind us (they were moving across the country from North to South) and arrived in my beloved Ulverston to find the sky a blue worthy of the South of France and temperatures in the pleasant low 20s (centigrade).
We stayed in a small hotel in the middle of town and there didn’t appear to be many other guests. The restaurant was closed and breakfast was left outside the door. There was no daily cleaning or tidying up in our room. We all agreed that we were happy to accept these changes to what used to be considered the norm.
Our evening meals were all pre-booked at restaurants with stringent restrictions in place.
Choosing somewhere I have been visiting for roughly 45 years (yikes!) and know well worked for us. The Brainy One and I both agreed that going somewhere new for a break would have made us far too anxious.
Did you make the decision to go away? Did you brave going abroad?