This weekend we went to stay with my parents in the Peak District. They’re lucky enough to live just a few minutes’ drive from Chatsworth, and on Monday morning, Alex and I got up at the crack of dawn to take a walk through the park without the tourists.
And boy, was it worth it.
The mist was hanging low over the fields and woods, giving the whole park a truly mystical air. And, besides a gardener and a shepherdess, we were the only people there.
As we walked, the sun started shining and the mist began to clear, signalling the start of another beautiful day in the Peaks.
And by 8am, we were back home, tucking into scrambled eggs.
The perfect way to start the day.