Bolton Abbey was our destination for today, only £7 to get in (per car, not each), and only 20 minutes from the caravan. When we set off, the weather was cloudy and a little bit cold, but after about 20 minutes of walking down to the priory ruins, the sun was back and shining brighter than ever – I think I may have got a little sunburned today. We walked just over 4km, with a picnic about halfway along, and then went for a little drive through the dales up to Aysgarth Falls. I’d been there before when we went on holiday with my Grandma and Grandad, but that was over 10 years ago, and Cameron had never been. It was great; the sound was so peaceful, and there were two spaniels playing in the water and absolutely loving it, although they were more interested in picking up stones than playing fetch with the sticks.
Not wanting to waste the lovely hot weather, Cameron and I went for a day trip to the Peak District yesterday, deciding on Bakewell. I’d been there a couple of years ago with Vicky and it was really nice, so worth a re-visit. All the way there, it looked quite miserable outside, cloudy and occasional rain. But the temperature on my car still said 22 degrees, so we had the air-con on quite cold. Getting out of the car in Bakewell was like walking into a sauna, it was so humid! Not that we should complain, at least it’s not torrential rain and thunder storms like a couple of weeks ago. Typical English, complaining about the weather.
We had a picnic and a walk around the town, finished off with an ice cream in the park. Then a meandering drive home followed by a yummy sunday carvery to wind up the day. I definitely hope the sunny weather lasts for a few more weeks, although less humidity would be nice. We are going to see my Uncle in Bristol next weekend for the bank holiday. It’ll be Cameron’s first time visiting so it should be good fun! And Cameron is on my car insurance now, so I’m looking forward to being chauffeured around. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of pictures when I get back, but in the meantime, here’s some pictures of sunny Bakewell (and not a tart in sight*).
*For my American followers, a bakewell tart is not a culinarily talented yet inappropriately dressed lady, but an almond flavoured dessert originating in the aforementioned lovely Derbyshire village of Bakewell: