I appear to have chosen the lousiest possible time for my visit to the Lake District. Most of the places I'd like to visit are either closed or running reduced hours 'cos of it being the middle of February (at least two re-open next week, which brings our my inner Grumpy Old Man...), I've managed to get a bit of a cold, and it appears to have snowed yesterday. I'm still vaguely hoping to head out to the Lakes Aquarium (because Aquariums are brilliant, he says, channeling his inner Arthur Shappey), and I've put in a booking request for an Eagle experience (which could be marvellous, if rain or snow doesn't prove to be an issue), but apart from that...well, let's be fair, I came here to relax, unwind, do some reading (done loads) and writing (done a bit, but that was up in Glasgow) and vidding (erm. Watched some vids, which almost counts...made a start with the first episode of Borgen last night) and long walks in the country (erm...nope)...really I haven't done anything so far that I couldn't have done in a hotel in Milton Keynes. Or, indeed, back home.
Still, there's three days left here that I might be able to Do Stuff, then back home (and Sarah!!! ♥ ♥ ♥) for the weekend, and then Dublin - and Suzanne Vega - next week.