Writing in different places – A view over Windermere

I suppose I am extremely lucky. I am sat overlooking Lake Windermere, in a huge mansion-like house, open fire (again) sitting rooms, a dining room that comes with a bell to call to the kitchen, yes seriously and large bedrooms with whirlpool bath and more bells to call to the kitchen.

I am away for the weekend, for the 2nd weekend running, suppose life could be harder. I am away with friends, we have walked/climbed up hills, the nights have been filled with laughter, food (more than enough to feed double the numbers), wine, cocktails, Fifa 18, and good company.

I have managed to stay up as late as everyone, the odd trips to the Jacuzzi outside keeping you awake with the cold and heat at the same time.  I am always the first awake which is now actually a gift. I get to see the morning, listen to the quietness of the house, see the lake, the sun and more so I get to write.

I am ahead slightly on NaNoWriMo, but there is a long way to go for anyone not there. The house is quiet, the only noise is the trees and the wind blowing. This is the life, now I just need to decide do I go for the taster menu or the set dinner at the Michelin starred restaurant we have booked for lunch.

[30] Writing Break

Mini writing trip to a very rural cottage in the lakes.

Tomorrow, I will have written this blog for a full month. I never envisaged that I would be still going at this point.

I’ve just booked a writing break/family get together in the lakes at the end of the month. How much writing I will mange we’ll see. This was booked through Airbnb, today the owner emailed me the most comprehensive Information package and direction sheet I have seen. It was a work of art, it is thirty pages long. It even introduces the neighbours (Bob & Margaret), it includes walks with maps, walks for a dry day and walks for wet days, nothing is left out.The direction sheet had Google Streetview photos, which seeing (the photo above) I have a feeling it’s going to be quite rural. The instructions contained information for power outages and there’s a supply of bottled water in a shed. There’s a page on just the instructions to maximise the heat from the open fire. There are lots of things I am looking forward to.  There is a room with a projector and a Wii, unbeknown to my son I will be taking a game I found while clearing out all the clutter in my office.  Tony Hawks down Jam Hill, we played this so much when he was younger and I look forward to beating him yet again. I think this break will be a story in itself.

On another note, I have managed to get more information around some of the stupid things that I have done in the past, I really can’t think how I managed to blank these out of my mind. So will be sharing some of these over the coming days.



[26] Croftism’s – The toilet part uno

Now the shackles have been thrown off, nay smashed and cast aside. The word count is an irrelevance that blights me no longer. I was sat pondering what I should write about today and then I recalled Croftisms. I had previously achieved a reputation for doing some rather stupid but nevertheless amusing things that someone coined the phrase Croftisms. I’m not sure I can recall all of them but will endeavour to try. An ex-colleague once catalogued them and I’ll get around to asking her if she can recall any that I’ve forgotten. I think a good place to start though is ‘The first toilet incident’.

This one goes back to my time at university. I’d worked for 7 years before I gave it up and took decided on a change of career, by going to University. I was classed as a mature student during my university years, people who knew me would very much contradict that I would imagine. I joined one of the many societies at the University of Central Lancashire where I attended from 1994 to 1997, however, I digress from the main story. This particular one was the scientific expedition society which for its grand title was mainly a walking and drinking club. There would be trips away to various places each weekend. This particular weekend I found myself with probably fifteen other people in Keswick in the Lake District. If you have never been you have missed an amazing place. We’d done the usual walk, I don’t recall where and we were down by the lake in Keswick Bassenthwaite lake to be precise. As an aside, Bassenthwaite is the only true lake in the Lake District all the others are meres or waters. See, learning things as well here.We were a mixed bunch of students, there was usually several foreign students, as they got to see lots of the country this way. The first incident, oh yes when I make a tit of myself I do it on a large scale. For those of you who haven’t been, there’s a path that follows around the part of the lake nearest Keswick. The paths higher up than the lake and the edge of it made the perfect rest for my camera to take a picture of the gang. Who where stood clustered by the lake. I’d balanced it so to get in the group crowded around each other. This wasn’t the time of mobile phones this was a proper camera era. Wind up films and dodgy timers. I’d got it in position and set the timer. I jumped nimbly off the path down some three or so feet and ran over to the group as quickly as I could muster. Spinning around and with a sweat on. I beamed at the camera with my biggest smile and waited. Nothing happened. I waited some more and then starting to get annoyed, I thought I could influence things by shouting loudly at the camera ” Come on you bastard” just as an old couple walked past behind the camera. Swiveling around to see this mature student going bright red in the face. I stumbled “I didn’t mean you” which was no explanation I realised.  I was still going redder as they increased their pace, away from me.

I got ribbed by the group as people broke out of the photo stance. One of my friends Ian went off to the toilet, needing it myself I followed momentarily making sure I wouldn’t walk past the old couple from minutes before. I made it to the toilets and used the urinal. My friend Ian wasn’t to be seen as I washed my hands and as I started to leave I clocked the only cubicle with the door shut and then a malicious thought entered my head. I walked over to the cubicle and preceded to bang over and over on the door shouting as there was no one else in the toilet “Come on you bastard” to my merriment. I left chuckling to myself tears streaming down my face. I looked up to see walking up the path towards the toilets, Ian. He had gone a different way and he hadn’t been to the toilets yet. Needless to say, I didn’t hang about to see who had been in the cubicle, all I know was it wasn’t Ian.

(Words lots and lots more than 250)


The photo is of me at Bassenthwaite Lake when I visited in 2015 on a camping trip.