I won't talk about Saturday which, due to male ineptitude and general unpleasantness was written-off, but Sunday was great. I left everyone else asleep then went to pick Cath up for our Sunday morning yomp around Bradgate Park.
Then it was off to Bradgate Park. It was misty, cool and damp, a hint of autumn in the air. We started off by climbing up to Old John, a folly on top of the highest hill in the park with fantastic views, then to the War Memorial and then we just walked for an hour and a half. It was a lovely morning with the deer appearing out of the mist and the bracken just beginning to turn. By the time we made it up the last hill back to the car park the sun had burned through and we were hot, tired and very ready to collapse in Starbucks on the way home!
The War Memorial
The Park deer
The Kelmarsh Panther - guarding the path to enlightenment...
D then wanted to visit Harrington, a place not far from Kelmarsh with an abandoned airfield. We walked probably a couple of miles up the taxi-way and back - me admiring the view and enjoying the peace and quiet, D taking photos of old concrete bunkers.
Yet more walking...
Then it was home with enough time to catch a few more episodes of The West Wing on DVD before bed. What's not to like?