If you're wearing walking boots, expect to be sent round the back to the tiny public bar next to the kitchens. Afternoon tea served from 3.30 but no scones left by 4.30. Our pot of tea was so delayed we worried we'd miss the last boat back to Glenridding. The manager brusquely shouted that they had a lot more people to serve at the front and attempted to justify the walking boots rule by arguing that I wouldn't wants people's boots on my front carpet either. But then I'm not running a hotel. However the tea and biscuits were good and plentiful, even if I did have to ask for an extra teacup through the kitchen window and no tea strainer could be found. And when we enquired about the evening menu, the manager even invited us in onto the precious carpet, still in our walking boots. Easy to imagine that Sybil must have had a word with him. An extra star for the tea and amusement. A reminder of how England used to be.