So there it was, a week in the Peak District, a thoroughly lovely one at that. Did I take my entire wardrobe with me I hear you cry? In a word, no. Although I can't honestly say that I was too thrifty with my luggage either, particularly as I managed to come home with at least ten unworn items. Ah well.
It was a shaky start to the week as we managed to arrive in over five hours, not the three and a half we had hoped. However, the cottage was beautiful, surrounded by sheep, chickens, horses and cows. Pure country bliss. The bottle of red wine and free range eggs left for our consumption weren't bad either...
We managed two walks in all, as well as a day out at Alton Towers and trips to the lovely towns of Bakewell and Buxton. Tarts and water were consumed in copious amounts, but more tarts if we're being honest. That's where the walks came in handy - three miles the first day and six the other. Not bad for beginners I'd say!
Anyway, we are now back and I have received feedback for my first writing assignment, which has spurred me on to get cracking on my second. No time like the present. Off to see Harry Potter tonight (not in person you understand, but what a glorious fantasy), which I am thinly disguising to Tom as research for my writing. Needless to say he is not remotely convinced, nor keen, shame really.
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