We left the house around lunchtime and began our drive north. I love road trips with hubby, we have such fun singing along to songs and talking rubbish and Monday’s road trip was no exception. Hubby’s been under a lot of stress lately what with work announcements and all that, so it was really nice just to see him let go and have fun again. By the time we were getting close to our destination it was still far too early to begin taking photographs, so I spotted a little town on the map, ‘Ashbourne’ and suggested that we pull over to explore and perhaps get some lunch. Ashbourne, it turns out, is a sweet little market town made up of little more than antique shops, charity shops and a handful of pubs. We were no sooner out of the car before I realised I was in charity shop heaven and little more than 10 minutes into our exploration of Ashbourne I had stumbled on this beautiful 1970s orange suede bag for an absolute steal.
With rumbling bellies we made it to the market square, bordered with a selection of pubs serving food. We opted for the Old Vaults Pub at the bottom of the square, where people were sat outside eating what looked like hearty meals. The 2 meals for £10 offer was too good to pass up, so hubby had lovely fish and chips while I opted for steak pie and mash. The food was filling and tasted delicious and it wasn’t long before we were heading off with happy full bellies to do more exploring. Along the main road was antique shop after antique shop; many of them selling huge pieces of furniture or art work. We stumbled upon one or two selling nick nacs, and one which was particularly highly priced. If my compact collection had relied on that shop I certainly wouldn’t have one. Before leaving we made it to the Oxfam bookshop where I was thrilled to find a book I had been after for a long time, Millers Collecting the 1950s, again for a bargain.
Image borrowed from Amazon.co.uk
I’ve been really lucky in charity shops this weekend what with the day’s purchases and the lovely shoes I found in one in Coventry on Saturday.
Shoes number 14
Once it started approaching 4pm we had our last cup of tea in a delightful tea room which also sold antiquities, and then set off for the beginning of the Tissington trail, just outside of town.
Kitted up with plenty of water and our SLRs we began the trail, 2 miles to Thorpe, 3.5 miles to Tissington. The trail was a bit disappointing. Neither of us had researched it properly, and the trail is one long lane, bordered each side by trees and shrubbery and with only glimpses of the landscape and the local cattle every now and again, nothing worth photographing at all. We pressed on though, hoping that we’d get to Thorpe and find some quaint little town with an abundance of photo opportunities. We walked, and walked… and walked some more hoping that Thorpe would be just around each bend, but it must have been 2 country miles, since an hour later we had not reached the village. With a change in the weather pressing in, any good light for photographs had gone and we decided to turn back towards the car. By this time both hubby and I were suffering very itchy eyes, sneezing and congestion from the nettles lining the pathway and with the hours walk back to the car we were getting worse. Finally we arrived and packed everything back into the car, but I was keen that I still wanted to see Tissington.
Driving, the village was only about 15 minutes away, although the winding roads made it look like significantly more than 3.5 miles. Finally we arrived in the beautiful village with its stone built church and houses, village pond complete with ducks and stereotypical appearance of an English country village. Everywhere was closed though and the village was silent so we turned the car and set off for home. Just before leaving though we found the most interesting hollowed out tree, which neither of us could resist having our photographs taken in the trunk of. (Excuse my hobbit stance I was afraid there might be spiders in there)