Tatton Park on Sunday
It was a late decision, but we set off for Tatton Park on Saturday afternoon for a bit of a mooch around the gardens. We were a bit surprised to find a fun day with fairground rides etc, but that was nice. It’s always a pleasure to see the old fashioned fairground rides. Mark was getting a bit broody I think watching the kiddies on the carousel and wishing he could be the proud daddy waving each time they went past. Maybe, but not just yet…
There’s lots to see - the mansion, a rare breeds farm, an old hall, the grounds generally, but we’d gone for the gardens - National Trust cards in hand. They are huge with lots of small feature gardens woven into the park - it’s nice just to wander around and see what you find. I could have lived without the Crazy Frog revurberating through the trees from the bouncy castle, and it’s a shame the park is directly underneath the Manchester Airport flightpath, but it was still lovely.
Best of all though the farm shop sells fruit wines and meads so I’ve finally found somewhere close by where I can buy them, but not so close that I will become a raving alcoholic and bankrupt myself.