I decided to take Nanny, Marsha and Nelly to the place of my ancestors, Western Cumbria, for half term. A county known for its lakes and fells, not many tourists make the journey this far west.
The girls made light work of an hour long traffic jam on the M6 with word games which culminated in Nanny's new nickname, Ping Pong Yip Nip. Don't ask!
Haverigg is where we are staying, in Aunty's static caravan, a stone's throw from the beach.
It's about an hours drive from the motorway, the dual carriageway becoming a slim road which then morphs into a winding switchback climbing up the side of a fell, all with fantastic views across the Duddon estuary.
The girls have been carving pumpkins, making pumpkin soup (Marsha), keeping Nanny and I very entertained and relaxing. They both made Polish cake, a very sweet confection of crushed digestive biscuits held together with golden syrup and coated in melted chocolate, this is left in the fridge to set - or until the children can't wait any longer and start cutting it up.
Today the wind is blowing with the strength of a gale. The girls are up, singing Christmas carols - no, I don't know why either - perhaps it's cabin fever? I'll brave the storm and head North up the coast and take them to St Bees. The last time I went, the storms had whipped the sea into foam which was blowing across the grass like snow. That's if......the girls EVER get dressed!
