Sunday was all about 'wind-down time' after a slightly wild Saturday night celebrating my birthday with twenty friends (post to follow). So fresh air, a long walk in the forest, hot chocolate and heartwarming food with friends and family was just what we needed, and the perfect place to find it all (and more) was Stockeld Park.
Oh the wonderful weekend, where did it go? It feels so long ago now and it's only Tuesday, and I'm missing running through russet fields at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park and breathing in that crisp autumnal air, squinting at sunlight filtering through the trees.
The weekend was one relaxing affair, we stayed at my folks' house, the home I grew up in on Saturday night so Peter and I could enjoy a rare date night, and all woke up to buttery warm bagels and the best babysitters in town. Bliss.
