the clouds gather over the coniston hall campsite.

i travelled to the lakes today but even finishing work an hour early and not 'sparing the horses' didn't get me there in time to get onto the low wray site on windermere as i'd planned.
instead, after joining the m6 at junction 15, i did 25 miles in the next hour and a half.
so low wray was full, ullswater was a bit far (it was already past 8) so i headed for coniston and the coniston hall campsite there.
it is a lovely site, right on the water's edge and with good facilities but unfortunately it is almost exclusively populated by chavs. there also seemed to be a gathering of Europe's loudest children. there was litter blowing across the site; people were already being sick from drinking too much and the whole place throbbed to over-sized car stereos playing bob marley and dire straits/straits (of all things)...

i pitched and went for a walk. i returned as it got dark, took this picture, fitted my ear-plugs and went to bed...