“There could be a ghost aggressively breakdancing beside you right now and you would have no idea!” ~ anonymous
Upon opening my inbox this morning, I found a message from a booking agency requesting a review of my recent hotel stay in the Lake District. I was quite happy to comply and tick a few boxes and having already begun my own review here I’ve included the booking agency review at the end.
I was accompanied on the short break by my twenty-something son Joshua, whose idea it was to take this holiday.
Shunning the larger hotels and the main tourist areas, we travelled to the western lakes area where we had chosen a seventeenth-century inn (complete with ghosts) in the picturesque village of Gosforth and just minutes from the coast.
For the benefit of my overseas WordPress colleagues, The Lake District National Park is in the northwest edge of England, in the county of Cumbria.
Thanks to the Sat Nav, our journey to the inn took us away from the main road and over the mountain pass, which alarmingly turned out to be a narrow single track road with few passing points. The picture above, taken from the car during our descent, shows the view of the sea ahead of us.
The hotel, Gosforth Hall Inn, built in 1658 and grade ll listed, is known to have a number of ghosts, the previous owner of the inn said, “I was cashing up one night and the staff were having a winding-down session in the lounge, having a drink, etc. There’s a big bookcase in the lounge, and all of a sudden a load of books fell off the shelf. I looked round when I heard the noise and I saw a whole line of books slide away from me and then twist, all at the same time. I couldn’t explain it. Books falling I could understand, but the twisting…” Below an excerpt from hotel ghost book.
The above pictures – A bedroom in the old inn and the old winding staircase leading to it. The annexe where Josh and I stayed, which also has apartment rooms. We were delighted to find our rooms were at the rear overlooking farmland, a proper home from home!
Just five miles away from the inn is Wastwater, the deepest lake in England and Josh and I took a drive over there. To get a better look at the expanse of the lake, and the mountain range behind, including Scafell Pike, the highest mountain in England, Josh climbed a small hill. This glacial lake is almost 3 miles (4.8 km) long and more than one-third mile (540 m) wide. I was eager for a photograph of this view and asked him to take a couple of pictures. He returned with a Selfie!
We thoroughly enjoyed our stay and crammed so much more into it than written here, and naturally, in the near future, some of this will appear on these pages!
Booking Agency: After ticking the appropriate boxes for the review, as requested I wrote this short appraisal within their word count.
Rooms: The annexe, Spotless with large, deep comfortable beds and sumptuous, plush pillows. Wet room with double head shower, towels changed daily. Lovely view over open fields, watching free range chickens peck about and sheep graze in the field beyond.
Meals: Our evening meals were taken at the hotel and the food was delicious.
The staff: Warm, friendly and helpful.
Money Saving Tip: Check out hotels and prices via the booking agencies, then contact the hotels direct, they are often cheaper. Had I done so I would have saved 40%!
(c) SueW-nansfarm.net 2018. In response to the word-prompt Review from Weekly Prompts. http://weeklyprompts.com/2018/08/15/word-prompt-review