Well the first trip was a success. M towed the caravan there on Friday afternoon with no problems and we managed to remember how to set everything up once we got there.
We couldn’t be bothered to cook once we’d got sorted so we went to the pub down the road for something to eat and to let C play on the park. The steak and ale pie from The Travellers Rest is amazing, just in case you’re passing!
We all slept well that night, despite intermittent rain, and woke up feeling refreshed on Saturday. We decided to walk into Hope village, which is about 3/4 of a mile from the campsite, and found a nice park for C and a lovely deli where we bought some local cheeses. The heavens opened as we were about to set off back to the caravan so C and I took shelter in a local tearooms and had scrummy hot chocolates while we sent M and the dog back for the car to pick us up.
After sandwiches for lunch we decided to drive up into the mountains and have a walk. The sun had come out now although it was very windy up there!
C had lots of fun exploring and trying to stroke the lambs that were everywhere and the dog got a nice walk out of it too.
We were all tired from all our fresh air so spent the remainder of the afternoon in the caravan, apart from a little kite flying on the campsite. We were all asleep by 10pm that night and didn’t wake until 8am Sunday morning which is later than we usually get up at home.
We had to come home on Sunday so after breakfast of toast and cereals we packed everything away and got ready to leave.
We had a lovely weekend and are already planning a Lake District trip in June, a few days near London in early August and back to the Peak District for August bank holiday (though I’m now wondering if I’m brave or stupid for this one as I’ll be 8 months pregnant!)