I actually did! John waited in the car with little M (who was fast asleep) while I jumped out to take some photographs! Then the next day we came back, as it was too nice an experience to rush and not share with them both.
I have had 3 blog posts half written sitting in my blog account for a couple of months now and this was one of them. Life certainly gets hectic with a two year old doesn't it?! Which reminds me, that's a 4th post that I would like to write... little M's birthday! If only my days were as organised as the shelf I popped up on Instagram yesterday. (Oh and the bathroom refurb! That makes 5).
In the midst of my chaotic, jumbled Saturday I thought I'd share with you a very lovely, peaceful place that we visited whilst we were last up in the Lakes. If you're stuck for things to do this bank holiday weekend (before all the daffs have completely gone 'til next year), I couldn't recommend a little visit to Grasmere enough.
The Wordsworth Daffodil Garden was opened in 2003. Previously a piece of waste land between the River Rothay and the churchyard of Saint Oswalds, the setting was chosen to try and emulate Wordsworth’s famous poem. 10,000 daffodils blow there in the breeze. At least, they do when they have fully sprung! We were a little early in our visit to see the garden in all it's glory, however it was non-the-less a lovely contemplative place through which to walk.
The pathway is lined with lakeland slate stones, engraved with the names and hometowns of hundreds of people - who have donated to local charities, all with a connection and fondness of Grasmere. It's so lovely to see so many names from all over the UK and further afield together and representing a shared love for this now world-famous village. We spotted names from Heswall, Formby, Altrincham and Whitehaven (not the greatest in distance I know, but it was fun looking for familiar towns.)
If the smell of daffodils aren't enough to fill your senses... the frequent waft of sweet yumminess will certainly do the trick. The garden backs onto the famous Sarah Nelson bakery - renowned for it's oh-so-secret gingerbread recipe. The ingredients are so fiercely guarded that it has found itself the centre of local scandal. Quite the celebrity!
From the garden our noses lead us to the small doorway, past the tiny shop window with it's warm and cosy glow.
Stepping inside the quaint little shop is like stepping back in time. The bakers wear traditional aprons and caps (rather like Mrs Patmore of Downton Abbey). There's not a place quite like it for charm. Each portion of gingerbread is tied up in greaseproof paper featuring the original Sarah Nelson logo. It really does feel like you are buying something very special as you hand over your pennies with one hand and take the beautifully wrapped package in the other.
Little M has such a fondness of gingerbread (that is, of the little man kind - in fact, that's exactly what she calls them... "Little Man Bic Bics") so to see a basket full of carved wooden gingerbread men keyrings and magnets on the counter, we knew we had found our perfect souvenirs for our second little family holiday. Each had been individually handmade by a local craftswoman and no two faces were the same, so I rummaged for my two favourite.
I'm so pleased we bought two bundles of the good stuff, because the first didn't last past the turn off for the M6. Returning home with the second really did make the otherwise sad end of our holiday and bump back to reality that little bit sweeter.
So if you're stuck for anything to do over the next couple of days - head to Grasmere. I just know you'll love it! (Oh and while you're there, don't forget to pop into Allan Bank, which I have previously written about and shared pictures of here.)