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    Default Ideas on a place to take my young lady this bank holiday (Brits)

    So, my lady and i will be spending a couple of days up in east yorks, then we were thinking of going somewhere for the sunday and monday nights, returning tuesday nightish.

    We were generally thinking of camping or whatnot. Somewhere a bit outdoorsy with walks and stuff. This is not because we especially like those things more than sipping champane on skyscraper rooftop jacuzzis, but because we dont want to spend an excessive amount of money etc.

    Id prefer something not especially far away, but if you know somewhere awesome in the lake district or southern scotland, ill be very interested. Really we want to be going north, because my gf is from the south and ill be moving there so we will be able to do stuff down there soon enough.

    Any ideas from any brits about would be more than welcome. I know Tims the exact type to take his wife on a dirty weekend away every now and then, so ill be expecting to hear from him .

    Cheers

    I love you.

    Spawnie
    "Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.

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    I know the Lake District pretty well. Did you have anywhere specific in mind?
    The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
    The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
    When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
    I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun

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    I did not. Ive never actually been to the lake district. Where would you suggest in order to maximise beauty and minimise numbers of other people?
    "Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.

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    You'd be hard pressed to find anywhere in the Lakes which wasn't both excessively beautiful but, at this time of year, excessively crowded.

    All the major towns are absolutely heaving this time of year, and you'd be very lucky to find accommodation. I don't know much about camp sites, though there are a ton of them. There is one near Keswick at a little village called Braithwaite. It's within easy walking distance of a bunch of fells, and withing driving distance of a bunch more fells and lakes, including Bassenthwaite, Derwent Water, Ennerdale and Loweswater and probably some others.
    The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
    The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
    When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
    I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun

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    Um. I don't know the north of the country. At all. It's rare I make it north of Brum really.

    Most recently I went to see a good friend who's relocated to Leeds, which I was really taken with. A very pretty city.

    Have been to Sheffield twice for work ... and ... well ... lets not go there.

    Had a rainy day in York and that was ok.

    ~

    And back in Sept 2007 I had a long (and dirty ... MUDDY) camping weekend in the lakes with the ex fiancée.

    As our metallic friend here sez, it is beautiful up there. We climbed Scafell (I think - one of the main peaks anyway) and the views were stunning. Kind of hike you can do in a day.

    Have attached some snappy snaps of that climb - the visibility was poor that day - as was the camera - as indeed are me photographic skills - but here y'go.




    Note the itty bitty tiny people on the zig zag path goin up ...






    We thoroughly enjoyed it. I'd definitely recommend.

    No crowds at all - but this was a random weekend in Sept rather than a spring bank hol when there will be crowds - but I reckon it'd still be worth it.

    ~

    EDIT: Ooh - there's always the Peak District. S'posed to be beautiful there too.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Steely Glint View Post
    It's actually the original French billion, which is bi-million, which is a million to the power of 2. We adopted the word, and then they changed it, presumably as revenge for Crecy and Agincourt, and then the treasonous Americans adopted the new French usage and spread it all over the world. And now we have to use it.

    And that's Why I'm Voting Leave.

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    I have actually been to the peak district. Its pretty beautiful but, other than that its mountainous rather than not-so-mountainous, its not that much different from the moors.

    The thing i think about the lake district is that i live within a few miles of the North yorkshire moors, which are an incredible part of the country.

    I am tempted to go there in that less people will be there. Your pictures do make it look nice though tim.
    "Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.

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    Creepy thread title by the way. I often refer to my daughter as a young lady you fuckin' freak.
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    Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
    Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)

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    I refer to your daughter as "young lady" too.

    She likes it.

    Edit
    Spoiler:
    The above is said with no knowledge of the age or attractiveness of your daughter. If paedophilically young or danger-to-shipping big, then i take it all back
    "Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Spawnie View Post
    I refer to your daughter as "young lady" too.

    She likes it.

    Edit
    Spoiler:
    The above is said with no knowledge of the age or attractiveness of your daughter. If paedophilically young or danger-to-shipping big, then i take it all back
    She just turned ten and I love her dearly. Some day, she's going to change the world.... <dreamy sigh> (at least a little bit... )
    The Rules
    Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
    Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
    Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)

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    I only refer to my daughter as young lady when she is in trouble.

    "Young lady, you better explain this right now..."

    "Don't even think about it, young lady."
    We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.

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    Yeah well, you two are ignunt yanks, so what would you know about talking proper, innit?
    "Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.

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    Quote Originally Posted by littlelolligagged View Post
    I only refer to my daughter as young lady when she is in trouble.

    "Young lady, you better explain this right now..."

    "Don't even think about it, young lady."
    My son is Young Man and my daughter Young Lady. That's when I'm not calling them Monkey Boy or Monkey Girl (with great affection).

    Quote Originally Posted by Spawnie View Post
    Yeah well, you two are ignunt yanks, so what would you know about talking proper, innit?
    You'll get no argument out of me on that.
    The Rules
    Copper- behave toward others to elicit treatment you would like (the manipulative rule)
    Gold- treat others how you would like them to treat you (the self regard rule)
    Platinum - treat others the way they would like to be treated (the PC rule)

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    In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
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    He was talkin' 'bout a holiday within these fine shores, not abroad.
    Quote Originally Posted by Steely Glint View Post
    It's actually the original French billion, which is bi-million, which is a million to the power of 2. We adopted the word, and then they changed it, presumably as revenge for Crecy and Agincourt, and then the treasonous Americans adopted the new French usage and spread it all over the world. And now we have to use it.

    And that's Why I'm Voting Leave.

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    That picture is shocking. Those yanks in that diner are wearing their hats, even though indoor and sat down. Mannerless Yobs.
    "Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Spawnie View Post
    That picture is shocking. Those yanks in that diner are wearing their hats, even though indoor and sat down. Mannerless Yobs.
    Indeed, they should be grateful the nice English lad in his boxers (is that Wayne Rooney?) didn't have a "real" chair to throw through the window.
    Such is Life...

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    he's pointing.

    that's

    RUDE


    too

    We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.

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    But not actually at them. Thats not rude.
    "Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.

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