I’m waiting to get photos back after my long weekend in Ambleside.

It’s worth using an old school film camera just for the excitement.

My memory of the event has already smudged and warped slightly and I’m sure the snapshots in my mind are not the same as those at the developers.

Me, mum, dad, my aunty Mary and Keith stayed at a posh caravan at Skelwith Fold caravan park. It was possibly too posh for the Perkins Brigade.

No one in the party could get over the fact that there was an ensuite bathroom in the master bedroom.

Part way through our first evening, I heard a whoop from the kitchen.

“Come and look at this,” my dad said.

“What?” I wandered into the kitchen, where he was cautiously using the caravan’s sparkling pots and pans.

“An illuminated wine rack!” He flicked the light switch on and off to prove it.

We had entered the upper class.

Our sophisticated retreat venue was memorable, but could never be as charismatic as our group. Line us up in a row and it’s like Avengers Assemble.

My mum brought fruit cake, cheese cake, Victoria Sponge, another cheesecake, more cake. She hates to see anyone go hungry. My dad brought his entire music collection.

Mary and Keith arrived with their Liverpudlian accents. The conversations began. The backgammon set was brought out - a tradition that sees Dad and Keith stay up until midnight fighting for five pence pieces.

We set off walking into the Cumbria fells and eventually found Cathedral Cave in Little Langdale, where part of Snow White and the Huntsman was filmed.

We saw a young deer, we heard the cuckoos. We fought over who was in charge of the map.

Keith raced me up Skelwith’s steepest hill in the blazing sunshine. A resident asked my parents if we were trying to catch last orders at the pub.

On Saturday night it rained and I lay on a huge sofa bed in the pitch blackness, listening to the patter on the caravan roof.

My photos will probably be naff, but never mind. There are some things you can’t catch on camera anyway.