Bank Holiday Adventures

Bank Holiday Monday.

On our way home from Grandma and Grandpa's, we took a slight detour to Dunham Massey. It is a HUGE National Trust property just outside of Manchester, so we thought it would be the perfect place to spend a few hours this bank holiday afternoon.

Gosh we were wrong!
After queueing to get in to the car park, we then queued some more at the ticket office. We decided just to take in the house, as the gardens and parklands were chocca. Thankfully, the house entry was on a timed ticket so there wasn't so many people inside.

During the First World War, Dunham Massey was transformed in to Stamford Hospital and this is how it stands now. The wards are still how they would have been and the rest of the house is magnificent. Some rooms are still under dust sheets and some rooms look utterly splendid. It was a brilliant mix of the two identities.

Mr Bee enjoyed rolling up the bandages and then bandaging up Felix, he really had been in the wars!

Regrettably, we weren't able to partake in another Easter Egg Hunt as we had planned, we simply didn't have the time or notion as it was so, so busy. But we are sure that we will pay this beautiful place another visit, just not on a Bank Holiday!

This Week

Being entirely over dressed for all three hospital appointments. Beautiful sunshine all week. Pretty flowers all around. The sofa has been my everything. The Christening of a beautiful boy. The longest, most overdue and beautiful shower ever. Seeing old friends. Baking a Mississippi Mud Pie that didn't have time to set. 

Solo

 This weekend was the North West derby, Burnley v Blackburn. Pappy took Mr Bee with him up and graciously offered me a weekend of rest. I made so many plans for the weekend that was set to be the nicest of the year. A trip to Sunnycroft near Telford followed by a day of baking and cooking a delicious dinner without any distractions.
Saturday started off beautifully. A lie in, a breakfast of a delicious smoothie (see above) and a cup of fresh coffee. The weather was a little gloomy looking so I decided to spend the day baking and venture out on Sunday. I baked some beautiful vanilla and raspberry whoopie pies, to my own recipe. After admiring my handiwork, I sat down with a fresh cup of green tea.
That is when disaster happened. I managed to spill a full cup of fresh tea all over myself causing a terrible scald. I darted into the cool shower and rang mother hen, a nurse who happens to specialise in burns. When she arrived home from the shops half an hour later I was in shock, shaking terribly and she decided I needed to go in to hospital. Luckily we weren't there long, we ran into one of the registrars who took a look at my leg (of which most of my thigh was burned) and cleaned me up and sent me home with an appointment for Monday.

So my sunny Sunday was spent here. With the door open to let in the sun and fresh air of the 18 degrees outside. Playing away with photoshop to my hearts content, working on some new projects, hobbling around and trying to keep he pain at bay whilst I wait for my boys to return home.
I do feel like a silly sausage, having had such an embarrassing accident which looks like it could take a little while to heal! Although a day of rest, watching Dr Who and cookery programmes has been a lovely change!

Yesterday

Such a peaceful morning. Waking up so early, making breakfast with the little bee before heading off for his very first proper horse ride.

Louie and Rainbow had a lovely walk out, around Gorse Hill Country Park. Of course Louie adored it, spotting Old John in the not so far distance.  

The sun shone so brightly, so we headed to the park on Pappy's bike. Mr Bee played so happily on the park so I lay in the sunshine for 5 minutes peace. Disaster struck on the way home when Louie, somehow, got his foot stuck in the wheel of the bike. Properly stuck.
With his foot bent completely upside down, I panicked and called the emergency services (as I was on my own!). The ambulance lady came and called the Fire Brigade to come and cut Louie out of the bike.  So brave, Louie barely protested, let alone cried. An hour later we were on our way to the hospital in an ambulance, going for some x-rays. A few hours later we were given the all clear and allowed home. No broken bones, just a bad twist and a patch of missing skin and some bruises.