A restaurant we had a meal at, this was the view from our seating area. It is Lake Windermere in a place called Bowness. Notice the rolling mountains in the background.
A selfie from the above named place.
Me in an outside seating area in a bar on our caravan site.
Me on a vintage train. All of the jolts gave me a severe bad back for a few days thereafter, which is fine again now.
At the train journey's end, another different view of Lake Windermere.
A few pictures of the caravan we stayed in. The staff had booked three caravans, but there were only two of us in this one, me and another resident called David.
At the bar area again, this time I was stroking a French Bulldog, who's owner was called Mia, and who was from London, where my Mother is from.
The onsite bar area again.
We went away from Monday to Friday, and a good time was had by all. In total there were two members of staff and six residents. Me and another resident were the only ones trustworthy, or mentally stable, to reside in a caravan on our own without staff supervision. Please note that my daughter wanted me in supervised accommodation, and was not a preference of choice for myself, but I plan to stay well for a long duration, then perhaps I'll move on to independent living, having first proved to my daughter that I can remain stable. I understand her concerns though, as in the past I've been a danger to others as well as myself (as expressed in so many of my poems depicting how I was).
The holiday to Lake Windermere was a welcome break, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
I'll try and write some poems of my experiences on our break tomorrow, I'm too tired at the moment as the car journey back alone took three hours!
Take wonderful and gentle care.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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