Waking up to see snow-capped mountains

One of my favourite things is unzipping the side windows in the top bunk bed first thing in the morning and lying in bed with whatever view we can see from our overnight pitch. This morning's view was the best yet and will be hard to beat. We could have been in Switzerland but were, in fact, only in the Lake District.
Unzipping the window today revealed snow-capped mountains and piercing blue skies. It was stunning. I ventured downstairs to grab a mug of coffee before returning to bed to absorb such beautiful surroundings - all other thoughts becoming a distant memory. This is what campervan living is all about.
We were about five miles north of Lake Windermere on a Caravan Club certified site of just five pitches, a little way down the hill from the Brotherswater Inn. The nearest village, Patterdale was a pleasant two hour walk away. We walked along slate-walled fields and meandering streams to reach the White Lion pub there when we'd arrived at the campsite nearly two hours…
Unzipping the window today revealed snow-capped mountains and piercing blue skies. It was stunning. I ventured downstairs to grab a mug of coffee before returning to bed to absorb such beautiful surroundings - all other thoughts becoming a distant memory. This is what campervan living is all about.
We were about five miles north of Lake Windermere on a Caravan Club certified site of just five pitches, a little way down the hill from the Brotherswater Inn. The nearest village, Patterdale was a pleasant two hour walk away. We walked along slate-walled fields and meandering streams to reach the White Lion pub there when we'd arrived at the campsite nearly two hours…