Nicola and I visited Woburn, Loughborough, Towcester and Wrest Park this long Bank Holiday weekend. Coincidentally, Nicola comes from the other Woburn in Lower Hutt, New Zealand. I don't want to start a war of comparisons... but this Woburn has its own deer park, wildlife safari, oyster festival (despite being miles from the sea), and resident duke (the Duke of Bedford). The pubs weren't too bad either.
Next day it was good to catch up with the old man in Loughborough. As you can see my Dad doesn't get a lot of visitors these days. The Loughborough region is scattered with fascinating relics of the industrial revolution. The landscape can be quite striking too, as you can see from the heather laden, volcanic crags of Warren Hill.
Surely Towcester should be pronouced "Towster", as Leicester is pronounced "Lester". Instead it's pronounced "Tossiter". After a night in the Saracen's Head, Towcester, we rounded off the weekend at an arts and crafts fair in the lovely grounds of Wrest Park. Pork pies, lemonade and lashings of ginger beer for lunch. Bank holidays are great. Hopefully this nonsense won't catch on.
