During our recent bank holiday weekend spent in the Cotswolds (link: here), we visited Adam Hensons Farm Park. This was so brilliantly spotted by Sam on our journey down from Coventry, who then insisted we go just so he could see me menstruate over small animals.
After climbing Snowdon not too long ago (read about it: here), I've had an itch to climb the other two 'peaks'. Scafell Pike, located in the deliriously beautiful Lakes, was the next most realistic to access & similar height to climb. Ben Nevis is my ultimate bae, but the 6 1/2 hour drive wasn't tickling my fancy.
A little 23rd weekend getaway (HAPPY BDAY TO ME!!) saw me heading straight for the outdoors, pitching a tent, putting on my scruffy old nikes & hiking my ass 978m up Englands highestmountain.
Few facts about Snowdon: 1. Highest mountain in England & Wales. 2. 1058 m/3560 ft high. 3. 8 miles there & back. 4. It's beautiful.
I've always wanted to climb it. Like, always. I text my Australian bff, Alex, a couple of days before & said 'Hey, wanna climb Snowdon next Sunday?', he quickly replied 'Yeah, sure', with little idea what he was letting himself in for. Now, Snowdon is a pretty high & tough mountain to climb. People train for it, rescue helicopters are constantly whirring round it & people frequently die whilst climbing. Alex & I went with absolutely no experience in climbing anything before. Kitted out only with backpacks full of haribo, munchies, squashies, galaxy counters & a small bottle of water between us. Absolute pros, some would say.
Since I have such a deep love for being outside, seeing beautiful places & gorgeous old buildings, it's no surprise I love National Trust properties. Therefore, it's no surprise I'm a member. And a pretty proud one at that. Twenty-two going on eighty-two and what not. I wouldn't change it, going to put the badge in my car anytime too, just to really show off my cool-kid status.
Quarry Bank Mill has been on my list of NT places to visit for a while, google really did a pretty good sell to me. It was a beautifully sunny Saturday afternoon in England, so the three of us bundled into the car and headed off for a walk and a (very satisfying) photography session.
Turkey is a what I would class as a classic 'brit abroad' destination. A common package holiday, not too long haul, guaranteed beautiful sunshine & well catered/easily adaptable for the British way of life. On a recent trip there, it was relatively easy to spot the Brits from the heard. We (sometimes myself included) all posses & uphold certain characteristics that are classics of the stereotypical Brit on their summer vacay.