The Beast had been performing as would be expected of a Mercedes with a 3.75litre engine, pulling up the steepest of hills and mountains without blinking and no clouds of black smoke. The new brakes had by now bed themselves in leaving much more pedal travel than I was comfortable with but was unable to adjust them until I got home. Also at this point a gust of wind slammed the habitation door breaking the lock, it would shut from inside or out but only open from inside once I had carried out a small modification. For the rest of the trip entry had to be via the cab for one of us to open the habitation door from the inside. It was the first job tackled when we arrived home and I found a spare in my workshop. So no problem. Our resident mouse is still there, obviously deaf as the ultrasound rodent repellent bought at great expense does not seem to have had an effect on it. Leaving the hills of Scotland behind us we sadly turned South, heading down the motorway and turned off into C u m b r i a at Carlisle.
Of the 700 photos I took on the trip most were taken in the Lake district.
As I climbed down to take photos of Lake Ulleswater I looked back up at the Beast, peering through the foliage she looked in her element and very happy.
We arrived at Glen Ridding, where according to Legend car parking charges are not bothered with if the ferry is not running. Well the ferry runs 363 days a years so it may be the case, however on this day although the wind had stopped the ferries from running I was told a 12hr parking charge was £4, it was late in the day and we had no wish to travel further so reluctantly paid and got the dinner on.
Our delightful repass was interrupted when an almighty gust of wind hit the van broadside on and lifted the beast off two of its wheels, it landed with a bang. I had no option but to reposition the van head to wind, where it sat quietly for the rest of the night.
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