This Year’s Family Holiday: The Lake District

This post is what it says in the title: a post about my family holiday to the Lake District. We actually went in June and I meant to write it up then, but it takes me half a year to do anything these days. And it would have been completely forgotten had I not gone online to search for winter sun holidays and remembered that it needed editing and publishing!

It’s that time of year again: the time when I feel absolutely desperate to escape the UK and seek out warm weather. I say “that time of year again” but “that time”, when I have an almost sickening urge to find some sort of heat and sunshine, seems to stretch from around the second week of October until – I dunno – May. So in reality it’s over half the year. Maybe I should think about moving to warmer climes! I haven’t actually been on a winter sun holiday in about eight or nine years, so perhaps it needs more drastic measures? I could “home school” the kids from a beach bar for half of the year… Ha.

Anyway, my thoughts on taking holidays with small children are fairly well documented: it’s not a true holiday, in my opinion. Yes, there might be sun, yes there might be a beach, but can you really relax? Can you bury your feet into hot sand whilst sipping rosé and snacking on oversized olives stuffed with chilli? Can you let the wine go to your head and woozily read some trashy book on your Kindle before slipping off into a deep sleep, sun on your back, sound of the waves gently lapping the shore?

Can you rubber duck!

Maybe it gets better with every passing year – we haven’t been abroad as a family since April 2018, so can’t comment – but I wouldn’t say that I found our one trip en famille as restful as I had hoped.

Which was why for this year’s family holiday we went to – wait for it! – the Lake District. At the start of June we had a family birthday to go to and so we worked the trip around that, but I’m always quite nostalgic about Cumbria anyway because my mum is from there and there are loads of relatives to visit.

Practically speaking, it would probably have been much faster to go abroad. You have to spend a few hours on an aeroplane, frantically worried that your kids might scream and piss everyone off, but then at least after that you’re there. The hot walk over scorched tarmac, the tense passing through foreign passport control, the clunking of the luggage carousel as you nervously wait to see whether your suitcase has made it… At least you feel as though you’re on holiday.

Lake District? We drove for what seemed like about nine weeks. It rained the entire way. We got there in the dark – in the rain. When you go on holiday somewhere hot, they say that it’s the “same shit different scenery”. Getting out of the car in the cold and the rain in the arse end of nowhere wasn’t even different scenery; in fact, as the dog did a poo in front of me and the plastic bag of food I was hauling into the holiday cottage split open, it became abundantly clear that it was, one hundred percent, just the same shit.

We woke, however, to a glorious scene. I had rented a house a mile or so outside of Ambleside, at Loughrigg, and the house fronted the River Rothay. We opened the curtains to a beautiful June day and a view from a picture-book. The river rushed past, metres from the doorstep, providing a constant white noise that had the children sleeping so deeply we had to (for the first time ever) wake them up. Sheep and cows bumbled along in the surrounding pastures, a magnificent view towards Wansfell rose up in the distance. It was proper food for the soul.

Don’t get me wrong; a view doesn’t solve everything – I’m well aware that the attractions of the location were short-lived for toddlers – but it was at least a splendid setting to come back to for the short periods between trips to the toy shop (in the rain), trips to get snacks (in the rain) and trips to the ice cream parlour (in the rain). When it wasn’t raining, we were in the perfect position to go on walks straight from the front door – lots of holiday cottages boast “walks straight from the front door!” but few really deliver. There’s usually a walk, but you have to cross the M5 motorway first, or there’s a walk but only if you’re willing to climb over the farmer’s barbed wire fence and risk being shot at as you traverse the killing grounds to join the public footpath.

There were lots of walks.

In fact, we walked partway up Loughrigg, much to our own disbelief. It was quite steep for a two year-old and a four year-old and both ended up being carried for lots of it, but the sun was shining and the air was clear, we picked our way up the rocky slopes like sprightly little mountain goats.

We also walked to Ambleside a few times, on the most beautiful pathway. Very few cars, lots of walkers. I’d go so far to say that the holiday house was on a Walkers’ Highway. During civilised hours, there were probably two walkers that passed by every minute. (Worth noting if your dog’s barking is triggered by people walking close by!) I quite liked people walking past, actually – we’re so out of the way in Somerset that people rarely pass on foot, so it seemed rather convivial and lovely.

You never really know what you’re getting with a holiday home though, do you? Until you get there. The pictures either “don’t do it justice” and you rejoice at the fact you’ve landed a Farrow & Ball-pimped bargain complete with proper coffee machine and working Netflix, or you open the door to a damp-smelling hallway with laminated signs telling you not to flush tampons and to put the bins out on a Wednesday.

I booked the house through Lake Lovers because, after hours of tedious searching, they seemed to have the best selection of nice properties in the Lakes. I love the holiday houses on Unique Homestays but they were prohibitively expensive, the ones that were still available, because they slept about twenty people. The ones left when I was booking also didn’t take dogs. To be quite honest, I was almost about to bite the financial bullet and confirm an amazing one that looked out over a lake, but then reality did a check on me: would I really be spending my days looking out over the still water, book in hand, glass of wine on side table?

No, I would be spending my days trying to stop Ted from pulling plugs out of wall sockets and keeping Angelica supplied with a constant stream of snacks. (She likes “options”. I have to give her three options and she deliberates for a while, finger tucked under chin, eyes to ceiling, deep in thought, before giving me her choice. It was pretty cute when we started it, a year or so ago, and I could make up ridiculous options so that she chose the one thing I actually had in stock, but now she actually requires three solid options and it’s getting more and more difficult. Why do we start these crazy games?)

So the lake house that looked like something from an interiors shoot was out; a smaller, cuter cottage was needed. But nothing with very low ceilings, and it needed to be remote enough to be quiet but near enough to a nice town that we could go to cafes and see real life people, and so on. Being able to walk to a town was going to be the biggest novelty – I was incredibly excited about this. “I’ll take Angelica to shops when Ted is having his nap!” I said, excitedly, as I was searching the holiday websites. “We can just potter! And we won’t need a car!”

As it turned out, it rained pretty much constantly so we did need the car, but the thought was nice. The walk through beautiful scenery to get to Ambleside took about forty-five minutes but possibly would have taken twenty five had we been striding along as adults. Walking with small children is like walking through a giant vat of treacle, or it’s like having massive lead boots on that have been velcroed to the ground. It’s slow progress and you have to stop every ten seconds to look at a leaf that has fallen into a puddle.

It’s great fun, and I will treasure every single one of these slow-paced memories, but good lord it’s impossible to raise your heart rate above anything greater that “sedentary”. You’d get more exercise reading the paper in a rocking chair than walking with toddlers!

So anyway, we booked through Lake Lovers. The house was good – location great, house well-equipped, not much going on in the way of a garden because it was on a slope but no biggy. I didn’t fall over with interiors lust, but neither was I disappointed. The setting was idyllic, but once you were inside it wasn’t as though it enveloped you – there were large windows, but it wasn’t one of those houses where you sit in an Eames chair with a huge panoramic view rolling out in front of you. But as we know, holiday houses of that ilk cost the same as going to the bloody Seychelles!

We paid £1200 for a week – I’ve just looked at the same place and it’s currently £695, woe is the person who books at half term – plus a refundable deposit. I did look into hotels, thinking that if we found somewhere with a family room that took dogs, it’d work out to be around the same price but

  1. it didn’t, it was about eight billion pounds and
  2. I’m so glad that most places were fully booked anyway, because had we been in one room in a hotel, with a dog, relationships would have been seriously harmed. What an earth was I thinking? Imagine us all, stewing away in our kingsize+sofabed+travel cot+dog crate room, steam rising from our wet waterproof coats, rainwater dripping onto the bathroom floor. Nope, nope, nope.

There are pros and cons when it comes to holiday homes, but over the years I have come to the conclusion that the pros far outweigh the cons. Yes, I like to be waited on a bit if I’m on holiday – I don’t want to have to stack the dishwasher, pick the squashed peas out of the plughole, etc – but the joyous thing about a rented house is that if you decide you want to eat out every night, and budget allows, then you can. No problemo. You can also, though (and this is especially important when you’re with kids), stock up the fridge with kids’ Fruit Shoots and Innocent Smoothies, adults’ Prosecco and Beer and indulge them/yourself at any time you want without having to pay £3.80 for a small bottle of fizzy water or £16 for a miniature Prosecco. Crisps, nuts, all kinds of snacks can be at your immediate disposal – you can make a doorstep sandwich with local cheese and chutney whenever you want and the supply of tea and coffee can be endless.

I do love the cocooning, luxury feel of a good hotel but they come with a hefty price tag, don’t they? Great for a couple of nights, but once you tip into a week you could almost rent the James Bond lakeside abode for the same cost and invite eighteen friends. More space, the freedom to cook or eat out as you fancy and your own private outdoors areas.

What do you prefer for a longer holiday? The self-catered route or the fully-serviced hotel? Mr AMR prefers his own space and his own kitchen and has always been of this persuasion – I used to be a luxe hotel kind of person but now, with family, I think that I might be rented houses all the way…

I booked The Mews through Lake Lovers here. The crazy-nice place I’ve been banging on about on the lake is at Unique Homestays here – it costs from £1450 per week.

Things we did near Ambleside:

Crossed over the Stepping Stones at Loughrigg. Ted refused to be carried and then obviously got his feet wet! Obviously!

Hired a boat and chugged our way around Lake Windermere. My health and safety paranoia was in overdrive, so I didn’t enjoy it as much as I should have, but when I had both kids firmly in my arms I loved it!

We used to have a little seventies’ motorboat when we lived on a river, so it brought back nice memories. Even if it was raining for most of the time!

We also went on the steam train that runs from Haverthwaite, but really more to give the kids something interesting to do. They weren’t too fussed by it really, which surprised me – I thought that all kids loved trains! – but they sat and ate their tangerines and looked at the rain whilst I spent half of the journey trying to take a completely symmetrical photo of the inside of the train carriage…

Results:

By far my favourite outing was to Hill Top, which was Beatrix Potter’s cottage up in the middle of nowhere in a tiny village with the most incredible views. I have a strange affinity with Beatrix Potter (don’t bloody laugh, I see you!) but I think I need to write a separate post about it. I don’t even like the books that much (sacrilege!) but I like her story and I like her cottage and I think I might have actually been her in a past life. I’ll come back to you on this particular revelation.

Anyway, I really enjoyed poking about the cottage, so much so that I bought the book about it in the gift shop. I’m usually allergic to gift shops! Although now I’m a fully-fledged National Trust member, I like to be supportive and buy the apron/fudge/fridge magnet, etc. It all helps. You can read about Hill Top here – if you’re an NT member then you get in for free.

Right, I’m off to look at winter sun holidays I’ll never book. Tell me, people, where is good to go in December with two small children that won’t be too hot but will also be guaranteed warmth, with a flight time that won’t make me want to eat my own hands with anxiety?

Jumping back to the Lake District; I would definitely go again, when the kids are slightly older. I mean I will definitely go again, because half of my extended family are up there, but I would actively choose there too. It’s so beautiful. So dramatic. I love walking, I love heartstoppingly beautiful scenery (who doesn’t) and I bloody love tea rooms. There are so many tea rooms…

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17 Comments

  1. Hannah
    November 12, 2019 / 7:43 pm

    I have no kids but do have two dogs, one blind and of unreliable continence. I bloody LOVE self catering holidays in the UK. Rural Retreats are a good company.

    Hotels are wasted on me; I don’t really eat breakfast, I’m married to a fussy vegetarian and inevitably some horndog couple decides to recreate 50 Shades of Grey in an adjacent room. *shudder*

  2. Nanaka
    November 12, 2019 / 9:56 am

    The Lake District sounds sooo lovely! The pictures are beautiful! And as a passionate fan of Jane Austen novels (… and almost all movie adaptations), I’d most willingly get my “hem six inches deep in mud” there ;-)

    As for tipps about where to go for a little sun: I really enjoyed Tenerife and would definitely recommend it too; but later l found Menorca to be the closer and thus more comfortable escape (much shorter flight; and for my boyfriend the closest place to go scuba diving). We went in late September last year (… or the year before?!), and only had one day of rain ;-) Granted: It might not be as warm as on the Canary Islands at this time of the year, but I think it’s still mild enough (for me at least) and just a lovely, relaxing getaway. Just thought I’d share…

  3. Miss Kitty
    November 12, 2019 / 9:48 am

    I would suggest NZ, but the flight time is rather too long! December or March are nice times to visit us here, not too hot and not so many visitors. Closer to home, have you checked out Romania? I don’t know about rental houses, but they have some good hotels with lots of things for kids to do. You can even leave them in the childcare for an hour or two while you enjoy your feet in the sand and your Prosecco ;)

  4. Nancy Barnhill
    November 11, 2019 / 9:07 pm

    Thank you for the nice article and photos! So nice to see from California!

  5. Marie
    November 11, 2019 / 8:09 pm

    We stay only one night in hotels with the kids, we hit and run before the kids behaviour gets too embarrassing. Definitely holiday cottage for a week. I have a strange affinity with Elvis ( I don’t think I was him though just that there is some connection). Weird.

  6. Antonia Dailly
    November 11, 2019 / 5:54 pm

    Ambleside has the best cinemas ever- Independent, and you can get a terrific pizza and cinema ticket deal- Zeffirelli’s and for a slightly more grown up affair, Fellini’s. I do hope you found them. Also worth looking out for rushbearing- different villages have it on different days throughout the early summer. Children do the Fell race- which involves RUNNING up Loughrigg and back down My sister did it from the age of 8 or so (she is still very sporty, 45 years later). I am having extreme Lake District holiday envy after reading your article.

  7. November 11, 2019 / 1:37 pm

    We went to Bayern last spring, which seems to be similar in terms of lots of views, lots of walks and lots of rain…
    We had a great time despite all that though.

    Anne from Doctor Anne

  8. November 11, 2019 / 12:53 pm

    I have been wanting to go to the Lake District for Ages, so Loved reading your account (I look forward to hearing the Beatrix Potter story one day !) I agree with the Tenerife suggestion- or maybe Lanzarote – that’s meant to be good, Too. The place I want to be, this time of year is the Caribbean, which is an 8 hour flight, I think

    • November 11, 2019 / 3:26 pm

      Yes same, would love to go but Mr AMR cringes at flight time as he hates long flights!

  9. Nicki
    November 11, 2019 / 11:36 am

    I had been to the Lake District on holiday as a child and always remembered it being scorching hot, so imagine my dismay when we took our kids and found it exactly as you described That said it was one of the very best family holidays we have had! I always prefer self catering over hotels. I like my space and confess I am a terrible control freak so it suits me better than having to follow hotel rules

    • November 11, 2019 / 3:26 pm

      Mr AMR always remembers it as being hot too! I always remembered rain! : )

  10. Lulu
    November 11, 2019 / 10:03 am

    Thanks Ruth – I really needed a laugh and your brilliant recollection gave me just that. I love your posts

  11. November 11, 2019 / 10:02 am

    I did my masters degree in Lancaster so Lake District was so close.
    I visited 3-4 during my year there. It’s a beautiful place with so many quaint villages.
    I was lucky that it was sunny during most of my visits.

  12. Elena Yeates
    November 11, 2019 / 9:18 am

    Hi, Ruth! I also used to be a luxury hotel kinda girl, but after I had a baby, we also rent houses or apartments, so nice to have more space.
    Good place in December will be Tenerife, 23-25 degrees, 4 hours flight, not too bad. They have loads of self catering options there and loads to do with children, so maybe….

    • November 11, 2019 / 3:27 pm

      Yes I think that’s probably the best contender at the moment!!

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