It looks more idyllic than it was. Again road closure. This time I took a gravel road up on the other side of the lake. It was so hard. When I arrived at after a downhill stretch, the gate seemed to be closed. I almost cried. Double carriage way again, and Windermere! So many tourists, so many cars, so unpleasant! On positive notes, the ferry was great! They had a bird that accompanied it all the time and was fed by the ferry operators. And the campsite at Ings! Exceptional. Not on flat grounds, but on a rather steep hill!
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Preston, my Nemesis! I can’t fully remember the day. It must have been just an average day. Which is not bad! But I remember my arrival. Got a pint 🍺 in the local pub. Then decided to go to the campsite. It was empty, hardly any signs, almost spooky. After a while a dog appeared. It felt like the place I finally would be killed. So I decided to find a different place. Found a hotel. Very nice guy at the reception, some kind junkies moving over my bike like spiderman and finally a good night of sleep. Preston, on the way up, you were already not my favourite. On the way down certainly not. We won’t see each other again.
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