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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

First Frosts At Cauldwell's Mill, Rowsley

Up early and off over the mountains with Merci Beaucoup Enfant Deux on the coldest school run this autumn. Cold and clear and beautiful. Safely dropped to the hallowed portals of the slave drivers, I drove back to Cauldwell's Mill for a bag of jumbo oats and some multi-grain bread flour. The river was so low and the morning light bouncing off the water so enticingly, I grabbed the camera from the glove box and recorded these lovely pictures. Then a short drive to a nearby deli for the best of Derbyshire breakfasts, a full English of course, then up and over to Chatsworth. Didn't stop for the tour of the house itself, all done up for Christmas, as I'm saving that treat for next month when friends arrive from Ireland. This time it was a quick tour of the converted stable block for Christmas present ideas.



4 comments:

gastropunk said...

You're making me homesick. Going up there this weekend, hopefully we'll get to see the Chatsworth Crimbo decorations and munch on one of their fabled pork pies, and maybe even go 'shrooming over Stanage way. The perfect weekend.

Jan said...

Beautiful! Thank you.

Amalee Issa said...

Gastro, sounds like a great weekend, and you both deserve the break. Stuff yourselves until you are sick with greed, and please take plenty of pictures of your mushrooming - I'm seriously impressed!

Amalee Issa said...

Jan, thank you!