Monday 18th July 2022, Taunton to Ulverston


 Nine hours door to door from Taunton to Ulverston via Carlisle on a very hot day. Thank goodness for air con in the car.


Everything went to plan, and despite many trains being cancelled across the country due to the heat, we caught a train without any bother from Carlisle to Lancaster (it felt a bit odd to be immediately going back the way we had come) and then on to Ulverston, more or less along the cost.


We had some lovely views over water on both sides - hills on our right and out to see on our left.


Ulverston has quite a charming small town feel, and once we’d dumped our bags and had a shower we set off to find the start of the Cumbria Way, pictured behind us. Then we had a pootle, a pizza and a pint before heading back to the Premier Inn.


We checked in on Jack: “How are you? What have you done today? What have you eaten? Mum questions, obviously. Given that Jack has to be more or less forcibly removed from the house, hates the heat, and isn’t a very adventurous eater, we were expecting answers like these: “OK. Nothing. Biscuits.”


You can see where this is going, right?


Instead he said, “I’m fine. I’ve been to the pool with friends, and I’ve had some sushi.”


It turns out that the answer to the puzzle that is Jack is for his parents to leave home!


Em x





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