I've visited the Lake District a few times now and I swear it has its own microclimate that's completely separate from the rest of the UK. Sun follows cloud follows mist follows rain follows wind follows drizzle. All in the space of an hour. Or so it seems. At the weekend, we went from putting suncream on the boys one day, to wishing we'd brought more layers the next. From a mild 20 degrees on the Saturday to a shivering 5 degrees on the Sunday. And the change in the landscape? It felt like summer was truly on its when while we were visiting Wray Castle but it seemed like we'd skipped straight to winter while we were walking along the banks of Lake Windermere. The days couldn't have been more different.