Day 3 of the Lakes mini-break with the lad.
We’d had the spectacular weather for our walk, so only fair it was relentless drizzle on the Wednesday.
Time for a last unwise breakfast. Trip Advisor’s trendy tip, The Last Resort Coffee Shop, had literally just closed its door, so we went for the trad option at Diggle’s (no relation to the Oldham suburb).
Two baps (cobs etc), a coffee and a hot chocolate for £7.90. Take that JDW.
More importantly, we were greeted with warmth and charm. James was struck by how welcoming folk were at the Spoons, curry house and cafe, despite the grind of the regulations. Well done Barrow.
Despite the rain, we took a trip to Roa Island (B) before heading south. Well, why not ? Roa looks mysterious on that map.
It’s a one street town village hamlet, but what an approach to that one street.
You come here to take the ferry to Piel Island (pop. 5).
The Supreme Sign wasn’t reassuring on our chances of getting across.
“Call Steve” said James.
“KING Steve” I corrected.
Not in this weather.
Shame, it looks great. And there’s a pub that could theoretically reach the GBG now that GBG pubs don’t actually have to be open anymore.
Instead, we fought the gales and explored all of Roa, Oddly beautiful, a bit like Spurn Head I thought.
Just as we headed back to the car, parked next to the Boating Club/nano brewery, the Bosun’s Locker had unexpectedly opened.
We HAD to have an ice cream and admire the animals (escapees from Barrow Zoo).
Again, the lady serving up THREE scoops of Pistachio for £1.80 was quite wonderfully cheerful. Baa Baa Toure felt the ice cream itself was a bit icy.