One of the nice things about being in a relationship is getting to experience everything twice. I had two Christmases, one with my family and one with Ian’s, and this weekend we headed up to the gorgeous little village where Ian’s parents live to celebrate Easter.
Starting, of course, with chocolate! This Sainsbury’s egg, I’m ashamed to say, didn’t last the weekend – it was so good!
We rented a car to drive up from London because it was cheaper than the train. We’ve always had really good luck hiring cars. On the morning we left, Ian was in a mad panic because he couldn’t find the paper part of his driving license, so I had to agree to drive. Luckily, they confirmed his details with the DVLA and so in the end I didn’t have to – because the ‘Ford Fiesta’ size car we’d ordered turned out to be somewhat bigger!
I wouldn’t have been happy driving that thing down the motorway, having never driven anything bigger than a Corsa – but Ian was happy!
On Saturday Ian went for a run in the morning rain and I, on the opposite front, slept insanely late, missed all the rain and woke up to glorious sunshine.
We went for a pub lunch at a gorgeous little place called the Broadfield, which is famous for its pies and sausages. I remembered to take a photograph of my diet coke and the menu, but somehow didn’t manage to capture my utterly delicious chicken and butternut squash pie! I guess it was so good that I basically inhaled it as soon as they placed it in front of me!
The afternoon was spent cosily in Ian’s parents house, having family dinner and playing board games. The next morning we slept late again before deciding we probably should get some exercise before lunch.
We drove out into the hills and went for a walk, pausing to look at the spectacular views.
And pose on a rock a bit (I wasn’t entirely dressed for country walking in my skirt and tights!)
With the weather closing in, we headed back down for roast dinner and a cosy afternoon reading and eating far too many chocolates.
It was such a lovely weekend and it was lovely to get out of London for a bit. Today there’s a tube strike so I’m sitting in the office basically alone – it’s the one day of the year I regret living within walking distance of work! Roll on the bank holiday weekend!