The Cranleigh

I knew there was a preponderance of water in the Lake District but what I did not realise was that there were lakes in the middle of the road.

Ok, maybe not lakes but certainly ponds big enough to make driving into the resort of Bowness on Windermere the sort of journey to be undertaken in an amphibious vehicle rather than a Vauxhall Astra.

It was an unusually inclement time to visit – the North-West of England had been lashed by gales and rain for two days. By the time my partner, Sam, and I had emerged from the car with our luggage and walked five metres into the lobby, we were drenched.

We dumped our bags and donned the finest gear the North Face had to offer and, feeling a little like Scott and Oates, we walked the hundred yards to the shore to see the unparalelled views of England's largest lake and the surrounding hills. It was a very short outing. There was no view, just a lot of rain. We resigned ourself to an afternoon inside. Luckily, the Cranleigh was great for a wet afternoon. The staff were welcoming and an open fire roared in the lounge. Our suite, The Hideaway, was decorated luxuriously in contemporary boutique style and featured two massive flatscreen TVs and ceiling speakers which allowed you to play your iPod in any room.