Saturday saw us head out in the sunshine for a glorious day at the most tranquil and captivating of Georgian mansions: Beningbrough Hall in York.
It was the day before spring had officially sprung but the gardens told us otherwise.
Playing in the most magical of playgrounds nestled within a forest style clearing, there is nowhere we’d rather be on the weekend.
With swings, slides, an area to build teepees with branches, the boys climbed, played, pushed and laughed for hours.
So child-friendly Beningbrough leave little trikes and bikes scattered around the grounds so children can play and explore on wheels.
Peter and I took it in turns to give the boys an extra push on gravelly stretches overlooking scented gardens.
…Xander was sad to leave. We all were.
‘Can’t we just stay another hour Mama’.
‘We’ll be back to Beningbrough, son, we’ll be back’.
Thanks for having us Beningbrough Hall.
It truly was the most perfect of Saturdays.