Uh huh. I now blog about National Trust places lads. Am I now a parent in my thirties? HOW CAN YOU TELL?
Belton House happens to be almost exactly half way between us and my dads so it makes an excellent stop off point for lunch/boob feed/nappy changes. It is SO much nicer than stopping off at a service station and I can’t imagine ever going back. Should you ever go to Belton House yourself, I feel it’s v important to tell you that there is an ice cream parlour with an epic array of ice cream flavours. We only found this out because Gary has a friend who lives nearby and told us about it - otherwise we would have continued to completely miss it (this was our fourth visit) because it’s a bit hidden away. The flavours though. Crème brûlée! Blackberry cheesecake! Pear & elderflower! Jammie dodger! Millionaire shortbread! Trying to choose was an absolute minefield.
Aaaanyway. We spent a very lovely weekend at my dads, partly marvelling at their brand new kitchen which has completely transformed the house, partly eating good food (why are Indian takeaways so much better up north?), partly stroking fluffy cats and partly walking out in the Peak District national park which is right on their doorstop. It was a lovely summer’s day, mostly the perfect temperature. Every time I’m back in the Peak District, I find myself constantly taken aback by how beautiful it is, despite spending a lot of time there over the years (and being born on the edge of it). We wandered around reservoirs, through woods, along streams and over moorlands. The views were spectacular wherever we were and A very much enjoyed humming away in the carrier and being offered leaves to play with. We had a picnic on a bench in a shaded spot by the water half way round and then finished off in a pub garden where we nosed at the wedding taking place. Some photos:
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