Keilder Water…

….up early as were also now pitched next to a snoring couple. I’m known for the odd schnozzle burp but this lad and lass are pros. Edit: I’ve just learned they are awa’ tomorrow!

After a breakfast of marmalade toast (of course), we made for Keilder village with the bikes for a morning and afternoon of gravel cycling along the lakeside bike route. Nancy isn’t a mega fan of cycling since her accident many moons ago, but she’s happy enough off-road. This route is brilliant.

Back to the campsite and the feral children were running amok, but not in that ‘heart warming children playing freely’ sort of way. We’re heading out for tea shortly to give our ears a rest.