Morning, kids

After yesterday’s sweatfest on the hills, we had a nice quiet morning doing nothing more than feeding the baby goats and reading books.

The rest of the day was spent meandering around beautiful Buxton in the sunshine. We browsed, we picnicked and we took in the delights of the old town.

I rode my bike out on the trails this evening but got carried away because I wanted to cycle into Hartington, the place of many memories over the years including my first walking weekend on my return to the U.K. with Sproutlover and then Chickensparrow’s epic hen do. It was all fine until I had to cycle up and out of the village and definitely wasn’t dressed for that kind of exertion.

Writing all of that has reminded me that I haven’t had any Bakewell pudding yet, WHAT AM I DOING?