Bake

Don't tell anyone but I think I lost my baking mojo.

Today I woke up and just wanted to bake. So I fished out my recipe for a madeira marble cake. A nice and simple loaf cake that is always a joy to make and eat. Delish.

Canons Ashby, Autumn Edition

Today we visited Canons Ashby, one of my firm favourite National Trust properties. I just love how peaceful it is there, Mr Bee is so happy to entertain himself in the garden leaving me to snap away and leaving Pappy to sit and read his new book.

It seems that I have another new NT hobby though, befriending property cats. Not sure on this ones name, maybe Snowflake or something along that vein, but she took a liking to me and curled up and sat on my knee for a good 20 minutes whilst the boys played hide and seek!

Just a usual day out for us, a bit of peace, a bit of quiet and a bit of craziness too!

Sunday at Stoneywell

On our way to Bradgate Park last night, we drove past Stoneywell, which Mr Bee spotted straight away. He asked a few times whilst we were out if we could visit tomorrow, so when we got home I booked us a parking space for first thing in the morning.

 This little dude followed up around ALL DAY. No word of a lie!

The first stop on our adventure was of course, the Fort. Mr Bee was quite happy in his 'new house', with a 'stove' and a 'garden' however he was quite put out that the roof was not up to his standards. Then we went for a little wander around to kill some time before heading off to lunch.

 (I love this view, all of the angles are so quirky, Mr Gimson, you were one hell of a house designer!)

A Crafters Lunch. Cheese scones, pickle, extra cheese and tea for two. Devoured.

 (A bit more climbing...)

I think the bee was the only child visiting today which meant that he not only had free roam of the Fort but also unlimited swings on the swing in the tree. I think King Louie ( the king of the swingers of course ) spent a good hour playing on the swing whilst I relaxed on a bench nearby. He is getting so good at this swinging lark!

Then we hurried home ready to greet Pappy home from his trip to Burnley. What a gorgeous way to spend a Sunday.

The Golden Hour

 "The golden hour (sometimes known as magic hour, especially in cinematography) is a period shortly after sunrise or before sunset during which daylight is redder and softer compared to when the Sun is higher in the sky"

Last night I took my bee down to Bradgate to take some photos during the Golden Hour. We had fun. He played on the rocks, I played with my new camera.

It's fair to say that I wasn't feeling particuarly in sync with my camera last night and I wasn't very inspired by my surroundings, but I still managed to get a few nice photographs I think!