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We spent a nice afternoon here, after visiting the World of Beatrix Potter at Bowness-On-Windermere.
We turned up on a Friday, which was not a great choice as the house is closed every Friday for cleaning purposes. Not to worry though as we a had a nice time in the gardens.
Written Dec 12, 2011
Address: Near Sawrey, Hawkshead, Ambleside Cumbria LA22 0LF
hawkshead is a maze of streets with small white cottage houses which in the past had a intresting history
Written Jan 3, 2006
At the end of another rain sodden day in the Lakes, we were all out of options where to eat out, and had even missed the local provisions stores opening times. The Lake at Coniston seamed like one of Blake's religious paintings. This is the scene of Campbell’s fatal attempt to break the world water land speed record in Bluebird in 1964. We saluted the sun sinking below its surface. Then we were resigned to give up on our quest for food.
Only a wrong turn on the way back to a rented log cabin, revealed a completely perfect eating place - The Drunken Duck Inn. The old car stumbled at the brow of hill, which I now know is Barngates, the site of an Inn but this place looked different from other inns, more cherished. A happy noise of live music, one man and his guitar, supported by a joyful chorus of drinkers came from within. Presented with this siren, we reversed back quickly. We pushed through the jolly crowd and found a small space, only big enough I thought then, to fit a long banquette across the back of the T shaped room.
Not only were they serving seriously great food, but also they brewed their own beer! Could it get any better? It was, for me at least, my idea of the perfect night out. We ordered main courses to begin with. Only to be presented with an elegant surprise, a tantalizing amuse bouclé of honeyed parsnip soup and a small loaf of bread and butter. The main courses surpassed our expectations too but the coup de grace in the surprise stakes still awaited us, we shared the most exquisitely delicate, and sweet apricot soufflé. Had we dreamt it or had a twister blown us to Never Land like Dorothy when she flew over the rainbow? The next day we returned just to see, there was no rainbow, not a single blue bird, save for the original, only consistently wonderful food and drink. Which necessitates the premises being much bigger than we originally thought. Thus proving that we hadn't dreamt it!
Always pause and reflect when one is reading a list of recommended restaurants. Does the informant own a rival establishment? That is the only explanation I can come up with, for why the meticulous guide that came with our log cabin had deliberately failed to include the Drunken Duck. Or perhaps the locals like to reserve the best for themselves? I really don't know? But I know one thing; we'll be back!
Updated Jun 21, 2011
Phone: 01539 436 347
Favorite thing: Hmm, so many things about Hawkshead were enjoyable. Its smallness, its villageness, the tiny streets and winding lanes, the people, the architecture, the pubs, the real ales, the food. We rented a cottage for two on the edge of the village. Beautiful cottage garden to relax in. We did a lot of walking.... or should I say strolling. Its the perfect place. Mind you, the weather was exceptional the week we were there. There were a number of pubs and inns, but the one that caught our attention ever time was the Red Lion. Plenty of lovely views, history, and driving routes to occupy everyone. We'll definitely be back.
Fondest memory: Setting out from our rented cottage, walking through the lupins and roses in the cottage garden, out the back gate and through the fields full with sheep; across the county lanes, nodding to the farmer who opened the gate for us, waving at the bus driver, stopping to chat with the lady who was out walking her dogs. Big skies, sunshine... We walked from Hawkshead into Coniston and treated ourselves to a pint of real ale and an ice-cream - not all at the same time. We sat in the unexpected sunshine and heat and and people watched. The stroll back to Hawkhead was just as pleasant.... in time for a teatime and a gorgeous pie and a pint in the Red Lion.
Written Oct 20, 2010