I love doing reviews of local businesses, I get to travel all over the county, finding the hidden gems, having new experiences and planning days out for the me and the Mister. The best part about blogging is being able to work from anywhere, I can pack my laptop up in my bag, throw it in the car and work on the go.

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Our love nest for the weekend.

Last weekend was no exception. Me and the Mister had graciously accepted an invitation to Crumble Cottages at Cartmel, with the promise of a beautiful little cottage, a list of things to see and do and a quick dip in the hot tub to end the night sounded perfect! The perfect setting to hide away and finish off some projects that had been parked for far longer than they should have.

Well, to say things didn’t quite go to plan is an understatement.

We arrived in Cartmel just after 5pm on Sunday. We pulled up to the cottage and we were greeted by the lovely Sarah and her husband Stewart. They showed us inside and explained how everything worked. Stewart gave us a pit stop tour of the hot tub and then swiftly left us to it but not before pointing us in the direction of the fridge where a bottle of bubbly was sat chilling; an engagement present from them both.

 

Of course it was typical Cumbrian weather…. As in, it looked a lot like Mordor out the window; but not one to let rain ruin my parade we stuck to our plans and headed into town to look for dinner. The plan was to cook tea in the cottage, and they kick back and get some work done.

This is where it all went pear shaped

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The roaring fire

After an adventure to the shops we got back and the Mister started cooking whilst I got the fire going. My nan had a coal fire in her house when were bairns, so I assumed a log fire would be no different. I rolled my newspaper sticks, set it on fire and sat back and watched my handiwork. The mister was well impressed at my pyrotechnic skills. He was in the kitchen cooking up a storm. He pottered around the kitchen, whilst I sat curled up on the sofa twittering onto him about work, the new blogs I was going to write and my new plan to take over the world. We laughed and joked, he made fun of my new Harry Potter jamas and I pretended to sulk! It was horrendous.

 

 

Dinner was served around 7pm, and we sat down on the sofa in front of the fire. We tucked into chicken stuffed with Haggis and wrapped in bacon with potato wedges and sweetcorn. The misters culinary skills seem to improve when we’re away…. When dinner was done, we had a look at the leaflets that were on the table and looked at all the places we were going to go the following day, confirmed our 3 stops and then I thought about work…..

‘Thought’ being the operative word.

‘Sod it’ I thought, we were so chilled out, enjoying each other’s’ company I didn’t want to spoil it with work, I’d do it later.

About ten past 8 I stuck my neb out the winda and it wasn’t pouring down, it was just that silly wet rain that gets you soaked without you noticing; so I suggested we jump in the hot tub for ten minutes so I would have something to write about for this blog.

We got changed, enjoyed a hot shower a piece out doors and in the hot tub we went. As you can see from the picture, the hot tub is encased in a roofless wet room, with gorgeous slate reclaimed stone. There’s candles all over the place which we lit one by one and places strategically all over the walls. Unbeknownst to me the mister had brought the Prosecco and 2 glasses. We popped the cork and poured a couple of glasses.

“just one glass” I thought “then I must get out and do some work”

I sat back with my glass of fizz with the mister next to me, we had a wee toast to our engagement and I felt the full force of the jets on back….. I melted into the seat.

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The private hot tub.

Again, we started talking, about the wedding, our life, our families. He put his arm around me and we looked up.

The clouds had cleared and the stars were dancing across the sky.

And then it hit me smack bang in the face.

What an amazing experience.

I was sat in boiling hot, hot tub, with a glass of prosecco, the love of my life, millions of stars above us and in the middle of nowhere, where no one in the real world could reach me.

And it that moment, it absolutely took my breath away.

For the next hour, we finished the bottle, stared at the stars and contemplated what happiness really is.

Happiness is created by time. Something of which has been scarce for us lately. With my bid to take over the world as CumbrianLass, the Misters pledge to musically educate the next generation and all of the projects we have running at once, time is something we take for granted.

We’re never going to get time back. And in that split second realisation in that hot tub, my mind was made up. The rest of our time at Crumble Cottages was going to be about spending time with each other.

Ten past ten came and so did the heavier rain…. So we jumped out of the hot tub and ran into the cottage. We dried off, put our jamas back on and sat in front of the fire with a hot chocolate.

I managed to talk about parts of my life that the Mister had never heard before and vice versa. By midnight were on the way up the apples and pears and into the darkest room, with the comfiest bed. We both lay there staring up at the chandelier and the murmurings began again about what we wanted from life…..

As I lay there I reached over to put the alarm clock on…. And without flicking the switch I put it back down. I wanted time to spend on sleep.

The next morning, I was awoken by a gentle rocking motion I can’t remember instructing my body to do, I woke up to the Mister putting a cup of tea next to my bed.

“Morning my love….. Come down, Sarah and Stewart will be here soon”

I wobbled out of bed, downstairs to a roaring fire, the sun was shining in the windows. I took a moment to sit down and remember our night last night.

I then caught sight of my laptop bag out of the corner of my eye, it was still in the same place where I had unpacked the car the day before….. I turned away to speak to the Mister about our plans for the day. What plans? We had missed the alarms I hadn’t set and If I’m honest I’d forgotten where we were supposed to be going…..

And to be quite frank, in that moment I didn’t care.

 

A few minutes later Sarah and Stewart knocked on the door for their interview for the blog.

We got a run down of how they came to Cartmel, and the transformation the cottage had been through.

The two cottages that they rent out were old milking sheds, and Sarah and Stewart had converted them both into what they are now. And I’ve got to say, the pictures just don’t do the place justice (have a look at their Facebook page for more pics and info) There’s Crumble Cottage and Upper Crumble. We stayed in Crumble Cottage but we did have a sneaky look around Upper Crumble which is slightly bigger with a mezzanine floor for the bedroom.

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Before

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After

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sarah gave me a tour around the gardens, which are much bigger than I anticipated, although we did land in Cartmel when it was getting dark so there was a lot I couldn’t see.

Sarah is a horticulturist and her designs in the garden are wonderful, I know nothing about horticulture or landscaping…. But even I know a masterpiece in the making when I see one.

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Sarahs beautiful pond! Full of wildlife!

As I wandered around the gardens listening to Sarah talk, I was mesmerised by the passion she has for the place, and for her Stewart. She pointed out all the things Stewart had created for the gardens…  how he had supported her in her quest for a blooming garden but more importantly, how they had worked as a team to create something beautiful. And together we decided that #EverybodyNeedsAStewart

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Built with Stewarts bare hands! #EverybodyNeedsAStewart

They have carved out their own little slice of paradise, and are willing to share it with the rest of us.

Crumble Cottage has reminded me what is important in life, and the important of just stopping and appreciating what we have.

The starry night sky, the blue glow of the hot tub and the feeling of being completely happy will be etched into my memory for the rest of my life.

And for that Sarah and Stewart I thank you.

All my Love

CL x

 

If you fancy a break at Crumble Cottages drop Sarah an email and tell her I sent you…. 😉

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