This was the view that greeted me this morning when I stepped out of bed and before that, I was woken by the gentle "clop-clop" sound of horse hooves going past the window. My response to the cows mooing and the sheep baying a few minutes later was to burrow deeper under the covers. Simply put, these trips to Leicester are a little piece of heaven in the middle of my hectic city life.
Once every few weeks, we travel by car or train to his dad's amazing converted farm house and settle in for the weekend. "The weekend" usually involves pulling on Hunter wellies, going on eye-wateringly cold walks around the fields and warming up in front of a crackling fire either in the house or the pub next door. I couldn't think of a more perfect way to spend my Saturday and Sunday.
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