Back at work after chock full weekend!
The weather being superb, we sat outside waiting for the evening to arrive and then hit the gambling tables (briefly in my case, more profitably for Fi…). The Armathwaite evening do was not up to the same standard as the reception – the hotel letting itself down in several ways, I feel, and perhaps they have overreached themselves by adding the new leisure suite. A great shame, but they are struck off my own list (not that I have asked, yet, guys… thanks for checking!)
Sunday found us at the Castle Inn (hmmm… but then there’s the Pheasant Inn… still not asked, guys, thanks for checking!) – myself having persuaded Fi to make the short walk in her finery late last night. It was drizzling so we got to Whitehaven and headed into the Rum Story, which remains impressive on my 3rd-and-a-halfth visit and was made more so when we emerged into the courtyard practically on top of Jean-Cristophe Novelli who was spreading his charm around the waitresses like warm sunshine. After a rum coffee we than stepped outside into the festival and J-C had obviously upped the wattage as the rest of the day was sunny and warm, tending to the actually hot.