The tourist hordes and gift shops can be suffocating in high season, but if you do what Miss Potter did – use your imagination – it’s still a top drawWhat’s going for it? A ghostly Beatrix Potter is often to be seen of an evening wandering Bowness in her nightie, wailing “Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!” Ms P lived by Near Sawrey, just across Lake Windermere, a safe distance from the coach parties. Prescient. For these days the universe she created has ballooned into an empire mightier than those ruled over by that other Potter, Harry, Thomas the Tank Engine and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles combined. Bowness is its imperial heart. This time of the year, its lanes and alleys course with rabid pensioners hungry for a glimpse of Mrs Tiggy-Winkle. I quite like the brash, seasidey, kiss-me-quickness of the town. Under its cutesy tat, though, or off season, its real charm emerges – the lanes of whitewashed cottages, the coy glimpse of the lake over a stone barn, the sight of a bunny rabbit in a veg patch. It’s all still there, if you know where to look. Use your imagination.The case against… 50% coach tours, 25% gift shops. Barely affordable. Holiday homed to the hilt. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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