A misty murky morning and we had to go into Kendal.We crossed the ferry in a real pea souper, you could not see more than a couple of metres in front of you, the lake was like a mill pond. As we climbed up over Crook tops towards Kendal it was clear blue skies, but as we arrived we were back into the gloom.
In Kendal we bought a couple of christmas presents and then headed towards Haverthwaite.


We arrived at Stribers farm on Holker Mosses to buy the tree for outside Buckle Yeat.
These are the contraptions they use to wrap the trees.
When we got the camera out the girl in charge panicked, I think she thought we where from the tax office.



Me securing the christmas tree on top of our car and then we headed slowly home.

A showery start to the day and everyone checked out this morning so a busy busy morning.
After Helen had finished all the washing and ironing we set off up Coopers Lane pictured below.
The sky was very dark over Hawkshead and we wondered whether we such carry on, in fact we did backtrack a bit and then finally went for it.



A rainbow over the cottage at the the top of Coopers Lane, once lived in by a lady called Mrs Cooper hence the name.
We collected some branches and twigs which Helen will spray silver or gold and use them for christmas decorations in Buckle Yeat.



We just back home as the heavens opened.
Matthew is at the Coniston shop today and is home soon.

Quite a busy breakfast, 12 in all.
Football at lunch time,a ridiculous time for kick off, but never mind, Liverpool won 3-0 went to the 2nd place in the league, if only for a couple of hours.It was plain to see Crouch would score today because Matthew missed getting a bet on with his grandad.
After the match we went for a walk up the tops and kept a look out for some branches for the Christmas decorations in Buckle Yeat, we have sorted out what we need and will get them next week.







The rally went ahead and we could hear them all day, I believe there was a need for the rescue helicopter to take one of the competitors to the local hospital, hopefully everything turned out ok.
We have some guests in who are staying with us for the first time, the lady told me her maiden name was Kirby and then in conversation it turned out her husband and I went to the same primary school in Liverpool over 40 years ago, spooky.

It has been a murky damp day,we have a full house tonight and two couples have arrived with another four couples yet to check in. A foursome have rang to say they will be here between 8pm & 9pm, so it will be tea at Buckle Yeat tonight for me and Helen.
We have spent most of the afternoon sorting out the christmas tree lights in preparation for next week when we will start to decorate Buckle Yeat for christmas.
Why do the lights never work when you unpack them each year.
Quite a few of the guests in this weekend are here to wathch the motor rally in Grizdale Forest which takes place tomorrow.

Another grey drizzly day, no chance for a walk today, all day sanding and staining doors, but all done now.
We watched River Cottage last night and it featured the the local coal merchant Trevor fishing for char with Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall, Trev's best line was "My tackle is better than his"
Football as well last night and another win for the reds, 4th in the league now, but still no joy for Peter Crouch,Matthew is losing money due to small wagers with his grandad, the bookie always wins.
Matthew took Denis to pick up his car and then on to check out some serious rucksacks for his South American trip in January.