A dog friendly hotel stay at the 1930s retreat that is the Midland Hotel, Morecambe
I got an email towards the end of last year from English Lakes Hotels offering a sale price on a winter weekend break at the Midland Hotel in Morecambe. Yes please! So away we went this past weekend to be spoiled in the unpretentious dog friendly luxury of my favourite hotel.
We headed up Friday evening – Stella was most pleased when we got into our room to find a little bowl with some biscuits waiting for her… There was also a bed for her in the room and a great deal of fuss from the staff. We had a bottle of prosecco to get excited about as well as a greeting card welcoming us back to the hotel. Nice touch. We’d gone for one of the sea view rooms which had its own little balcony and the usual clever design features that I love… particularly how the TV and toilet are tucked away in the cupboards.
On Saturday morning we started with a very yummy breakfast – I stuck to the plentiful selection from the buffet and Paul went for the full English. After we’d sufficiently stuffed ourselves, we headed across county borders from Lancashire to Yorkshire and parked in Horton in Ribblesdale to walk up Pen-y-ghent. Pen-y-ghent is the smallest of the Yorkshire Three Peaks at just under 700 metres. These peaks sit around the top of the valley of the River Ribble in the Yorkshire Dales National Park.
What a day for a walk it was – a little on the cold and snowy side up on the tops but beautifully clear and sunny. I would almost describe the top as being busy – it seems that we weren’t the only ones that thought it was a great day to get up high and take in the views. Stella loved playing in the snow as we came off the top and headed across to Plover Hill. One really interesting thing we saw on our way down was called Hull Pot. It is the the largest natural hole in England and the result of a collapsed cave roof.
When we got back to the Midland in the evening, we adjourned to the Rotunda Bar for dinner and a couple of drinks. We sat in one of the big red booths drinking our cocktails (okay that was just me) and enjoying our food. On Sunday we went to Lancaster for a frosty walk along the canal and the River Lune. The canal was like a mirror the way it was reflecting the light.
I suggested to Paul that a venture to the Midland Hotel for a weekend break should become an annual thing… He didn’t disagree. In the meantime, I look forward to my next visit there for afternoon tea in March!