As the gale force winds came in, we could imagine the sheep farmers who set up Grasmere, entirely isolated in the glorious and bleak valley in which the lodge sits, seeking shelter in a draugty barn or snuggling for warmth with a merino sheep. Such musings taking place from one of the extremely luxurious chalets as we settled down to sleep, reflecting on a delicious meal, still warm from one of the many wood fires which are always lit when needed to bring a little extra cheer.
Currently run by Tom (and a relaxed, friendly team) who starts you off each night with a glass of wine and a canape and is on hand during the day to give you a tour and a bit of history of Grasmere. A very engaging and vivacious character.
