Coming Home

Today was my niece's wedding day. We decided to travel to Chesterfield via the A50, A38, up one junction of the M1 and into Chesterfield. Luckily the traffic was light and there were no hold ups so we arrived in Chesterfield in good time. The ceremony itself was lovely and afterwards we headed out to the hotel where the wedding lunch was to be held. The party began to break up at about three-thirty and we all said our goodbyes and wished the bride and groom well.



We decided to travel back across country and drove through Cutthorpe and down onto the main road through Baslow, into Bakewell and headed towards Monyash and Hartington. The road from Monyash was quite icy but the views across the farmland were spectacular. The white of the snow giving the landscape a new dimension, a feeling of light and crisp clarity that was quite wonderful.



The evening crept in as we travelled watching the sun sink in the sky, it's light and colour changing rapidly as we sped towards home. It was quite exhilarating.



I just thought you would like to see a photo of the wedding cake - equally spectacular in it's own way. Nearly everything was edible - the top layer was a chocolate fudge cake, the bottom a traditional fruit cake. It was too pretty to cut straight away.