High House, Seathwaite, Borrowdale, my home for the weekend.  I found it without much bother, but one of the younger Oread members will have his leg pulled for a very long time as he arrived at 3.30am having gone to the wrong Seathwaite...

The garden was a lovely place to sit out at the end of the day and for breakfast, although there were at least twice as many cars in the end.