I cannot believe it’s been a whole year since I got married. A whole year since I stood nervously in the cool sunlight in my childhood town, clutching my Dad’s arm and waiting to walk down the aisle. I literally don’t know where the time has gone! We knew we wanted to do something to celebrate our first anniversary and one of our favourite things to do together is have a long weekend in the English countryside. So that’s exactly what we planned – and it was absolutely perfect. Honestly, this post might make you feel a bit sick because it’s so idyllic #sorrynotsorry!
We headed down to Somerset, to a tiny little place called Polsham (somewhere between Glastonbury and Wells, apparently), in a bright blue 4x4 that Ian had hired and I had loaded up with food and drink for the weekend. I actually did a proper Internet shop for our holiday – feeling a LOT like my mother right now! I’d really struggled to find us somewhere to stay, but Ian had come through and discovered the most gorgeous little cottage in the WORLD –Little Byre. Perched on the edge of a farm in the middle of the most stunning countryside, it’s genuinely one of the cosiest, most romantic places we’ve ever stayed. Honestly, it’s so remote that we only found it because the lovely owner ran down the road after our car, waving at us! She was so welcoming and had even lit candles leading us to our door – how romantic?
I cannot recommend the cottage more - absolutely everything was provided, it was spotlessly clean, so cosy and absolutely beautiful!
On our first evening I made us fajitas (fajita Friday, obviously) and homemade guacamole and we ate at the table for once, and then went and curled up in our incredibly comfy bed and read our books. I’d read ‘The Cuckoo’s Calling,’ by JK Rowling under the name of Robert Galbraith, before, but not read the sequels, and I’d saved them up for this weekend. Perfect cosy curled up reading! And Ian was reading The Girl on the Train on my recommendation so he was pretty involved too!
The next morning, feeling incredibly well slept after a night in the world’s most comfortable bed (honestly I am SO excited about buying my own mattress soon) we headed to the local park run, which was actually on the beach. I was a bit nervous, but actually it was probably the nicest run I’ve ever done – it felt easy and I beat my best 5k time by over a minute. Plus Ian, obviously the most insane runner ever, came first!
With even more to celebrate we went back to enjoy the views from our cottage. I cannot explain how much I love being in the middle of nowhere, with no phone signal (but decent enough wifi if you were wondering!), sitting at this little table drinking a latte whilst Ian showered.
We both ate sausages and bacon and then headed into Wells for a wander.
I’ve never really heard of Wells, which considering it’s a city is a bit mental, but it’s a gorgeous little place, with loads of independent shops and of course a cathedral. Ian pointed at the cathedral as we came into the town and said,
‘Is that really a cathedral? That’s pushing it really, isn’t it? It’s a bit small! It’s more like a church!’
Turned out it actually WAS a church, we realised as we turned the corner to be confronted with the actual cathedral, huge and imposing and bearing down on us!
We’d wanted to hire bikes, but completely failed to find anywhere to do so, so ended up having a really nice walk around the city and cathedral grounds, buying sweets in paper bags and eating them, before retiring to a cosy café for lunch.
Doorstop sandwiches filled with brie, bacon and cranberry dressing – absolute perfection.
After lunch we went for a look around Glastonbury. A very strange place, filled with Wiccan shops and stalls selling odd herbs and magic books. As my mum said, ‘It’s as if everyone who went to Glastonbury festival just never left!’ There’s also some really cool graffiti!
We popped into a little shop and Ian bought me the cutest decorative giraffes which I cannot wait to display in our new flat!
We still had quite a bit of time left in the day, so we decided to head to Wookey Hole and explore the caves! I’m sure I’ve been here before, but I couldn’t remember it if I had, and it was so much fun. Our guide, who was from the local area and had a thick Somerset accent, was really funny and informative and the caves were fascinating. There's so much to do there, I would definitely recommend it if you have kids as well.
Finally all adventured out, we retired back to our cottage for mushroom and leek pie, mashed potato and veggies, and of course pink prosecco for me!
We finished our evening at the local pub, which was a 2 mile walk down a treacherous lane with no pavements, but was worth it! And then we headed home, ready for our anniversary the next day…