My humans pointed me East for a change. A route of pretty country lanes and villages, Lullington, Croxall, Edingale and dark satanic Moira, human Wilfrid seldom ventured this way. In his time this was mining country with slag heaps and mines far spread, now the area is green and pretty. The picture is of me parked above Calke which is left in the same state it was when the National Trust took it over.
My humans enjoyed the gardens but I think the plants are a bit too alien for my tastes.
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