Walking in the Peaks

I am aware that if I don't start posting photos in larger quantities soon, I shall end up with a backlog the length of the Nile. With that in mind, here are the photos from the weekend before last.

We spent it, as mentioned in the Humuhumu + graveyard cat post, in a village in the Peak District. The bloke and friends went and walked up Kinder Scout in gale-force winds on the Saturday. They saw very few other walkers. This is presumably because most people checked the weather forecast beforehand and concluded that it was too dangerous.

I'm therefore grateful that they returned unscathed.

While they were out, I baked cakes and took self-portraits in the refurbished Grade-II listed cottage.

( Lalala, self-indulgence beneath )

After her nap, Humuhumu and I went to explore the "Cathedral" for which the village (Tideswell) is famous. I took lots of photos of her, and many little old ladies popping in and out of the church stopped to adore her.


Toddling down the aisle.

( Baby + cathedral = joy )