Autumn feels like quite a long time ago now; we’ve well and truly descended into winter (at four-pm my house’s average temperature is 13.5 degrees celsius). But back in October G and I decided to make the most of a stunning Yorkshire autumn and drove out to Bolton Abbey in the south of the Dales. It’s a large estate managed by the Devonshire family since the 18th century, and includes the stunning Strid Wood, a picturesque village and the ruins of the old Priory. We spent a quiet, overcast day exploring all three, marvelling at the landscape and the lack of other visitors.

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St Ives was just a short drive away from our cottage in the very south-west of Cornwall, so we decided to dedicate a misty day to wandering its quaint (though tourist-filled) alleyways and stretching shoreline. It was beautifully photogenic and we spent a very happy few hours browsing the independent art galleries and stores, feasting on Cornish pasties and watching the mist creep quietly away out to sea.

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