Fortunately, there was nothing vital that had been forgotten. All we needed to do was to clean and dust and tidy and organised for the arrival of Matthew, Belinda, Sage and William on the lunchtime train from London. Not that they would be likely to notice if we hadn't but they do count as proper visitors, having not been here before.
Anyway, they rocked in in time for lunch. Then we pottered up to the allotment for an inspection tour. We were going to stroll round the wetlands but there was a HUGE black cloud hurtling in so we headed home instead. We still haven't done the wetlands, but I hope we will do before they head off again.
|People scrumping raspberries on the allotment|
We had a lovely lunch in The Peacock, and a nice potter around in Bakewell. Then The Builder, Cally and Gareth headed off on the bus, and the rest of us went in the car to Haddon Hall
|Oops, I appear to have dedded the family|
Oh - and some of you may know that I have a photo of the beautiful little packhorse bridge on the bridge wall in our lounge room. I take a photo of it every time we go - not sure why, because I have loads of them now. You can see it from the walled garden, if you stand on a little step, but you can't get anywhere near it.
|Yesterday's photo of the bridge|
But not actually to it
Unless, of course, you are Sage and William who just hopped over the wall and ran across it. William paid the price for his misdemeanour though when he got stung on the legs by stinging nettles.
A quieter day today, we went into Chesterfield for lunch