LEJOG Day 12
The route out of town took me on the Lancaster Canal towards Kendall. This is great piece of canal. After a short distance the tow path turned in to grass. Fortunately the dry weather meant that this was not a problem. A few miles short of Kendall, the canal is blocked by the M6. There is plan to reopen the canal and the tow path to enable its use through to the town. The cost of the work will run to millions of pounds. A couple I meet bemoaned the fact that, if the M6 that been properly built in the first place, this would not be required. This is another case of no forethought.
On the outskirts of Kendall I stopped to buy some sun screen in a small supermarket.
In response to my request for the said product, I was presented with a jar of salad dressing. I told shop assistant again that I want “sun screen”. She responded with “son cream”. “No” I said “sun, sun”. She replied “son”. In the end I resorted to saying: “sun as in the big yellow thing is the sky that is making us hot”. “Oh”, the shop assistant said, “we don’t have much demand for that here and we don’t sell it”.
Kendall is another one of those shabby towns that seems to be on the decline. I was pleased to move on towards Windermere.
The route took me through back lanes onto the side of the lake between Windermere and Browness . I stopped off at the Visitor Centre to ask for directions to the nearest camping ground. I have given up on the Garmin providing accurate advice on such matters. The nice lady in the centre sold me a piece of paper, purporting to be a map, for 50p. It did not have a scale. However, she informed me that the camping ground, marked on the ‘map’, was less than a mile away. It turned out to be 5 miles south of the town. She should get a job with Garmin.
The camping ground turned out to be pretty good. My pitch was high up on hill with ‘water glimpses’. The place had a bar and restaurant. I plumbed for the chicken curry off a limited menu. Not too bad. I can’t remember the Ale I drank. It was one of the mass produced stuff – very forgettable.
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