Probably my earliest memories of Landermere actually involve waking up there.
When Lillie and I were little, Dad owned a Citroen estate with a massive boot. On Friday nights, Lillie and I used to get bundled up in our sleepsuits (blue padded all-in-one suits with hoods and feet) and packed into the boot of the car, with a duvet underneath us and a duvet on top. We’d go to sleep as we were driven to Landermere for the weekend, carefully unpacked without waking us, and then tucked up in bed so that on Saturday morning, we woke up in the cottage. We’d do the journey in reverse on a Sunday night, and then wake up back in London for nursery or school on a Monday morning.
There were quite a few families who did similar weekend trips to Landermere in those days (early 80s) and while we were there we used to catch up with our friends – I particularly remember the Samuels girls (Kate, Hetty and Grace) whose dad Doug had grown up in the cottage next door, and Ella Jones, whose grandparents Eduardo and Freda Paolozzi lived further along the row of cottages.
Anyone else remember those days?
Landermere Memories 
Original onesie-wearers! Decades ahead of our time.
I used to love waking up with the excitement of discovering who else was around and what the day would hold. Lucky little girls! xx
Definitely time for a reunion 🙂 xx
When Justin and I were children living in east London, Granny Karin (mum’s mum) used to drive us down to Landermere for holidays – I can’t remember if dad came with us in the battered Ford Popular but Granny’s dog Caesar a large shaggy hearth rug of a beast was always crammed in. Once we got his tail caught in the door and like most dogs he was terribly apologetic, wagging his tail and spraying blood over us. Granny Karin was an appalling driver, cutting across corners on the pavements and the edges of bomb sites, Once a policeman came to the King’s Head to tell us “Doctor Stephen has rolled the car over again, she’s not hurt’.
Granny Karin was profoundly deaf, awkward and a passionate sailor – many a time Justin and I found ourselves in a sinking boat with water pouring in as the centreboard was raised, or being smacked round the head by the boom.
Absolutely love that, Jo! Email me more stories, I’ll turn them into blog posts 😉 xxx