On Sunday, I took one look at the ironing pile and decided it could wait. We went on a stroll from Bakewell around the Haddon Estate instead.
It was a lovely walk, boiling hot but very muggy and hazy.
I hate walking through fields of cows - especially when they all have enormous horns like these.
Hubby hadn't spotted "the obvious" here and got a nasty shock when it turned around and had a ring through its nose.
When the railway was built, it had to go through a tunnel under the Haddon Estate and Haddon Hall. The tunnel is bricked up now, but some mad fool looks as if they have losend a few bricks to go inside exploring.
After our walk, we called back at the gorgeous little village of Beeley for a swift half - we deserved it.
I found this for you.
The village is part of the Chatsworth Estate and very pretty. Some of the cottages are holiday lets.
A wedding was being held in the village hall and I was trying to get a glimpse of the wedding party, but I only managed to see these locals.