When we left Bishop's Stortford we were headed towards Nuneaton and my favourite members of the family. But we got slightly diverted once or twice. Or maybe three times.
Our first stop was Stilton, Cambridgeshire. It's disappointingly small with not much going on. We even had to ask a few people to find out where to buy cheese. Turns out the hotel sells cheese. Makes perfect sense, no? We also found a country house and an Indian restaurant. Cheese, snobs and curry. At least two good enough reasons to want to move to Stilton.
A random property between Stilton and Stamford. Taken just as a pheasant flew over our car, hence the shaky picture.
Next stop: Stamford. A beautiful town in Lincolnshire with lots of old cottages and interesting antique shops and a tea room to die for and charity shops galore.
Oh how I would love to live in one of these perfectly quaint townhouses with perfectly manicured gardens. See the apple trees?
Want want want
The Otter's pocket. Good name.
Inside the tearoom.
I like that this mini cemetery was right in the middle of the town. The living relaxing with the dead. It was also just across the road from one of the many charity shops where we bought brass candle holders and chalices and the cutest of oil cans. That post is coming soon!
Baby tomatoes on spikes. WTF?
Can a house have too much character? Every single street was full of beautiful old houses. And before you ask, yes, I found an estate agent and checked the prices. Yes, they are ridiculous. But not as ridiculous as Paris. Just saying...
Did I mention that I got a real suntan for the first time ever while on holiday in England? I didn't even have to go through the traditional sunburn phase first. Magic!
This antique shop was just about to open a tearoom, we walked in the door and were met by the builders who politely stepped back and let us take a look inside. The photos don't really do the place justice. It was huuuuuge. and prettyyyyyy.
Please forgive my Boyfriend the photobomber. It's a gift he's got.
Picture room after room full of furniture, jewellery, crockery, etc. Luckily we escaped without having spent all our money. It was close though, that pair of oars would have looked fabulous along my living room wall.
More lovely houses
Next up: Melton Mowbray. As an ardent Adrian Mole fan AND a pork pie fan I decided it was a mandatory stop. Well the pork pie (topped with Stilton!!) was yummy but the town itself hasn't got much going for it. Rather depressing, but now I understand why Adrian wasn't too bothered about going there with his Mum to pick up pork pies for Christmas.
Just to be clear: we didn't eat both those pork pies, one was saved for our lovely hosts in Nuneaton. Just how greedy do you think we are?
Pretty much the highlight of our visit. Probably the highlight of the Queen's visit too.
Last stop: sunny Nuneaton, where we packed 3 days of eating, laughing, sleeping, sunbating (!!!) and driving through fields with cows in them. Pictures up next!