Levens Hall and Arnside

I have been wanting to go to Levens Hall for years - literally, years - but it is quite a long way from Grandma's and, crucially, isn't always open, and certainly not at the times we've been likely to be in the area. This time, however, I stamped my little foot and tossed my pretty curls (metaphorically in both cases, as I have neither) and on Monday off we went. I will admit that I have no interest in the house but only in the gardens, where the topiary is the main feature, which is why it is such a shame that the gardens are not open in winter when their structure would be most appreciated.

It wasn't a great day, weather-wise, but it remained dry, and possibly the lack of sunshine deterred others from visiting, so the gardens were fairly empty and it was possible to wander freely. Beyond the topiary, which was amazing, the gardens were laid out in a formal structure within which there was just the amount of wildness and disorder that indicated some very careful and well-considered gardening.

And there was an excellent cafe, which always helps. Not that it stopped us diving straight into the Ramblers Cafe (excellent Brie and walnut sandwich, which please don't mention to Daughter, who is my diet guru and certainly wouldn't allow Brie and possibly wouldn't have allowed sandwich either, especially if she had found out about the lemon drizzle cake at Levens Hall - she is very (and quite rightly) strict) when we went on to Arnside. (Silly question, really, and Husband should have known better - "Would you like some thing to eat now, or after your walk?" Why not both?) Not that Arnside looked exactly like the photos on the tourism website, but it is a nice place, with a long railway bridge across the estuary and fantastic views across Morecambe Bay. The sun came out as well, and we pottered along beside the water and then came back to sit in a sheltered spot, just like all the other old biddies. I'm not sure I would describe it as "holiday resort", as most of the accommodation seemed to be old folks' homes, and there wasn't a lot to do if you wanted more than pottering and grazing. But then, who would?