Kendal Cricket Club, Kendal, (Day 2)

After the cricketers left yesterday evening we sat watching and listening to the Oyster Catchers as they scoured the manicured grass on the cricket field. Since the very first day we arrived in Scotland they have been present almost ever day. We consider them to be our guardian angels. We cannot explain how much joy they give us. As we always do when we stay here in Kendal, we walked into town to pick up a Chinese takeaway. To us Kendal means Chinese. 

This morning with time to kill, as we were only planning to move a short way over to lake Windermere we walked back into town for morning coffee. Stopping to look in the outdoor shops, taking time to look at the architecture and history of the town. First impressions of Kendal are a down at heal town, buildings blackened by traffic pollution. If you visit and look a little deeper you'll see a town with interesting shops mixed with high street stores, beautiful buildings and many plaques explaining the towns intriguing history. 

Back at Marge, The county teams of Cumbria and Cambridge were still playing cricket. Angela desperate for the toilet was straight on the Boxio, warning John not open the back door, otherwise the sight might distract the teams from play. We lunched, the beautiful weather, tropical to us pleasant. Last night's stormed had passed by without coming near, but we'd heard of heavy downpours in nearby regions. Lunch eaten we planned to leave for South Windermere by mid afternoon. Our overnight stop was at the Lakeside centre, ten pounds for the night, and we wanted to arrive once the day visitors had left. But John couldn't find his car keys! Haven't we been here twice before this trip? The chances of finding them this time nil. There was no way we could be third time lucky. So we walked back into town, retracing our steps of this morning and yesterday evening. Stopping at shops and pubs to see if they'd been handed in. At one shop a helpful lady posted an appeal on the local Facebook. The day was slipping by. So to make something of it we walked up the hill to Kendal Castle.

Our legs already tired and complaining from walking around town. The castle belonged to the Parr family. Yes the family of Catherine Parr the sixth wife of Henry VII.

Back at Marge, Angela a little despondent we weren't going over to Lake Windermere reminded John we were still searching for his keys. Low and behold he found them in our fruit cupboard. They'd fallen off the shelf above through an opening. There were no words! So our ten pounds tonight will be given to Kendal Cricket Club. Sadly for them they were beaten by Cambridge. 

Beautiful disguised Buff Tip moth, though not so effective on a white painted wall.