we queued to see beatrix potter's house among the predominantly adult visitors. it was small and full of people.

we saw the plaster ham in the doll's house that hunca munca had tried and failed to eat which pleased me greatly. as did the vegetable garden

we wandered up stony lane opposite the house to find a picnic spot and then wandered on further with the kids splashing in puddles - cb2 eventually and inevitably stranding one welly in the mud

back to grizedale with the cumbrian cousins who marched up the hill and down again, followed by a hearty pub meal with plenty of local beer