How's the tarn? (August 30th 2006)

We went to somewhere called Tarn Hows. Although Io didn't quite get the name and kept asking how's the tarn? Unless she was having a laugh. (I don't think she does jokes.)

It was totally unlike anywhere that Hairyface usually takes us. He tends to go where there aren't too many other people. How's the tarn was snided with people. Kids in prams. Loud yappy women yelling into mobile phones with totally hoorah voices and absolutely no brain. Their husbands were busy parking their 4x4s which was the closest they'd ever come to going off road! They'd then go back to the pissy south and brag about how they'd done Cumbria.

Ha. They would never do Cumbria in an entire life time if they kept coming to this place.

OK. It is dead pretty. There are no real bumps but there were loads of smells. They were mainly discarded food wrappers and dumped sangers and baby pooh.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't go on like this. We love how's the tarn in winter. When the lake is frozen and there are no oiks from London, around it's lovely. I don't know why Hairy brought us here at all. (Well, actually I do - he wanted to go to Hawkshead and try the beer. Then he was off to Windermere to Lakeland Ltd to buy something for the kitchen. I think he'd forgotten about the hordes.)

By way of a change he took us up Orrest Head after L.L. - which was much better. Hardly any oiks from the south. No mobile phones and no baby buggies. Plus no camera. He left it in the car. Still he took several at how's the tarn. The three photo's are at how's the tarn.