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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

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The day after the dinner party in the late afternoon, Celaena was whiling her time away by flipping through the pages of the latest monthly issue of the fashion magazine La Belle Assemblée when she recieved a note of invitation from Lady Towper, one of her recent acquaintances, to a walk in Hyde Park later that afternoon with her and Mrs Burnwell, another society lady Celaena had befriended. The wording made it quite clear it was more a summons than an invitation and having spent the morning by herself, Celaena was eager enough for company that she happily put down her magazine and called for her pelisse and outerwear with alacrity. Twenty minutes later she was roaming around the park when Lady Towper spotted her, gliding across the path—there really was no other way to describe her graceful movement—with an elegant swish of her skirts and a look of exaggerated distress on her countenance, followed by Mrs Burnwell who looked rather piqued. "Dear Miss Sardothein," cried the former, looping an arm around hers. "How glad I was to hear you accepted my invitation. I wanted to take a walk around the park, refresh myself and Mrs Burnwell recalled you were rather fond of exercise and suggested we take you along with us."

Celaena rather thought that on a fine weather such as this, the ladies' primary motive for a walk was perhaps to see and be seen by the upper ten-thousands of the ton, most of which had returned from their summer estates for the social season which was to start soon but said instead, "I am grateful for the invitation. Your Ladyship has quite rescued me from certain death at the hands of boredom."

The ladies tittered politely, protesting that it was no great sacrifice on their part and the trio walked along the paths making light conversation until Mrs Burnwell jerked to a halt with a pinched expression. "Mrs Whitethorn."

Though Celaena had only met the lady once, she had been left unimpressed and could not fault Mrs Burnwell for looking piqued.

Mrs Whitethorn did not improve on a second meeting - not that Celaena had had any expectations that she would - and participated as much in the conversation with as much fervor as a lifeless statue, making occasional noises of agreement and dissent. Celaena who prided herself on being able to draw someone out of their reserve met with failure at every turn and it was not long before the ladies ran out of polite remarks to exchange and their party took their leave. Celaena spotted a group of children from her neighborhood racing each other in a less scenic path around the park and soon abandoned all sorts of decorum to join in on the shouting.

"FASTER, TOM! FASTER, YES, A LITTLE FASTER!" cheered Celaena, bouncing up and down in excitement.

Her cheeks were flushed with exertion and her petticoats muddier than usual. She let out a high-pitched noise when little Thomas reached the finishing line and beamed. "I did it, I did it, I said I would, did I not? Oh, Cece, did you see me? I won!"

"You did very well, dear," said she, kissing his cheek. The smug look he sent his siblings' way had her struggling not to laugh.

"Yes, you won this time—" said his eldest brother in an arrogant tone, "—but I shall be the winner next time. Shall we play something else now?"

"Hide and seek!"

"Hopscotch."

"No! We must play cops and robbers today. You promised!"

"I want to play tag."

"We don't," said the twins simultaneously.

"Then blind man's buff?"

"I suppose we could—"

"Oh, no, I will not play that ever again."

Celaena smiled, watching the children argue over what they wished to do and looked at two children - presumably brothers - finely dressed and staring at the brood of children she was so fond of wistfully. "Here, you two, why don't you play?" asked she.

The younger boy beamed at the prospect but the elder looked uncertain.

He glanced over his shoulder anxiously biting his lip. "Oh, no, mama will be furious if we get our clothes dirty." But he looked at the noisy little children with such longing and he looked so serious in general with those deep blue eyes filled with sorrow and the brows that remained creased as if by default—more serious than a nine-year-old should be; he held himself with a ridiculous amount of poise, posture stiff and yet looked unsure of every little movement or sound he made, Celaena had a whimsical desire to have him enjoy himself.

"I shall tell you a secret," she gave him a conspiratorial wink. "It is healthy to disobey your parents once in a while."

The poor boy looked scandalized at the thought of disobeying anyone. When had he last had some fun? she wondered.

He looked at the boys again, then at his boots, properly polished and finely made, then straightened as if he had come to a decision. "I-I thank you, miss, but my brother and I shall take your leave now." The formal tone so became him, she was struck by the intelligence in his expression and the confidence of his words despite the apprehension evident in his posture. He continued in a softer tone, "Mama says it is not proper to talk to anyone without being introduced."

"Then perhaps we might perform the service ourselves since no one else can? I am Miss Celaena Sardothein of Raven Hall in Derbyshire." She curtsied formally, suppressing a smile.

"Oh." He looked down at his feet.

Celaena took pity on him and smiled. "It's alright, I shan't force you into anything. You are a good boy, dear, to obey your parents so." He looked so surprised, and blushed all kinds of red, though his chest did puff out a little. When had someone last praised him? Knowing there was no more she could do, Celaena was about to bid the child a farewell when a familiar figure rounded the corner.

"Papa!" cried the little boy, latching onto his father's leg.

Mr Whitethorn patted his head and gently freed himself to step forward. "Stephen, what have I told you about talking to—Miss Sardothein!" He jerked to a stop, then recalling himself, bowed to her. "I cannot say how surprised I am to see you."

"Are you really, sir?" asked she. "You know me to be unconventional. This is exactly the kind of place you should expect to find me in." She nodded towards the elder boy who looked vastly relieved to have someone else do the talking on his behalf and the younger who clung to his father for attention, bouncing on his toes. "These fine young gentlemen are your sons?"

He confirmed that they were.

"Perhaps you and your sons could join us for a while?" Both boys looked excited for such a prospect though one was more successful at hiding it than the other.

"Please papa?" asked the five-year-old.

Mr Whitethorn rolled his eyes fondly. "After recieving that look, I should not dare refuse."

The child hugged his father tightly, then ran towards the group of boys. They accepted him immediately, having settled on the blind man's bluff finally and noisily took up positions, directing and misdirecting the child with the blindfold.

His elder brother looked lost standing by the side. He looked down at his hands. "...And he has run off already."

"Why don't you join him?" she nudged gently. I know they will be happy to include you."

Stephen swallowed, looking at his father who had a neutral face on and turned to her. "I thank you, but no—" then at her stern look, he admitted, "I, I won't know what to say to them."

"Just say you want to play."

"But surely, I don't, oh, I am fine here."

Celaena signalled for him to offer her an arm and escort her there. When he refused, she said, "You know it is not gentlemanly to refuse to escort a lady somewhere, do you not?"

Stephen huffed but gave in.

Shs clapped to get everyone's attention. "This is Master Stephen Whitethorn and that—" she nodded towards the younger, "—is his younger brother, Master..."

"Charles," the boy happily supplied.

"Right. Master Charles Whitethorn." The boy grinned toothily. "Be nice to them."

Stephen blushed at the attention, standing stiffly as one by one the boys spoke their names. He half expected them to call him names like wuss or a dreadful bore like his cousins and friends always did but no one did. In fact, as long as he played well, no one cared how loud he shrieked or how often he stumbled on the tree roots or how dirty he had gotten. As every minute passed, he relaxed some more until he was laughing and jumping along with the others with no care for his clothes or boots which were already ruined. Mama would have his head if she found out, yes, and she would scold him until his ears bled but was not all this fun worth it? How often did he have such a chance? He looked back at the spot where his father stood beside the woman—Miss Sardothein—and noticed she was watching him. He rolled his eyes when she mouthed 'you are welcome' but could not help the smile that followed after.

"Poor boy," Celaena sighed to herself. "He is too shy, and he feels inferior to his brother."

Mr Whitethorn said, "He is wise beyond his years. I do not know what to do with him sometimes." He looked down at his feet, a gesture she recognised as evident in his eldest son. "You sound like one talking with experience but I cannot imagine you being shy at all." The concern expressed on his face touched her deeply and she had the strangest urge to smooth the wrinkles away from his forehead.

"I should imagine not." She chuckled. "Eleanor, my adoptive sister is very shy—not like your son, mind—but I have seen firsthand her longing to join in on the fun and her hesitance to act on it."

They watched the children play and he chuckled. "Their mother will have a fit if she finds them so muddied."

"Their mother," said Celaena, barely restraining herself from snorting. "I do not think your wife likes me, sir."

"I think that is a point in your favor, Miss Sardothein," he replied dryly, though his lips twitched. Had she paid more attention to her dance partners the evening of the Thorpe's ball or less occupied with Lord Fenrys' veiled hints, trying to figure out the meaning behind his pointed commentary and the suspicious dinner invitation she had accepted out of curiosity, she would not have been surprised by how handsome he looked. But indeed, occupied as she had been on the previous occassions, it was not until he smiled a little that she was taken completely by how well the expression of fondness became him, how his features so perfectly formed, looked more beautiful and pleasing than ever. She gasped at how beautifully his green eyes sparkled when he stood just so, with the sunlight shining in them and how gracefully he carried himself with a hint of pride that was not unbecoming on his noble mein. If at that moment he had told her he was a prince from the fairytales, she would have easily believed him.

"Are you well, Miss Sardothein?"

Celaena flushed bright red with mortification. "Oh, yes," she breathed out. She spent the better part of their afternoon walk attempting to squash the flutter in stomach by conjuring a confused, miserable Mrs Whitethorn waiting for her husband to return home. The trick did not work as well as she had hoped and when the sun started its descent, she was grateful to be able to part with some measure of equinanimity.

"You met who at a dinner party?" asked Lord Rhoe incredulously for the fifth time.

"Aelin." Seated across from his father in his private study and being the current object of the Earl's ire, James felt like the nine-year-old recieving a lecture from his father over one mischief or another when Rhoe could be bothered enough to care about something more than his next meal or the port supply. He had retreated into his own world soon after they lost his little sister and neither brother was inclined to give him more courtesy or respect than what was his due as a father. James felt he would have been perfectly justified in not informing his father of this discovery but he felt an uncharacteristic anxiety about her visit and was not inclined to risk her running into his ignorant father who would easily recognise her from afar. "Aelin was at the Thorpe's ball, the one my cousin and I attended recently, though we were not introduced. Fenrys ran into her at a nearby bookstore the other day and recognised her. Though I was initially sceptical and asked my solicitor to launch several inquiries into the girl in question and her family, Fenrys convinced me to meet her once and I—" there were hardly enough words to explain himself on this and James fell silent.

Lord Rhoe looked his disbelief.

"I know you do not wish for false hopes, sir, but I would not have come if I was not sure."

"I grieve her still," said Rhoe at last in a tone of gruff affection, "—and I know how it feels to latch onto hope but it is insanity to claim this-this madness—"

"It is not madness."

"You are letting your sentiments rule over reason. Aelin is dead, boy," said he, "and you had better drop this."

James was in no mood to drop it but Rhoe was overcome by a fit of coughs and slumped into his armchair. James rushed to his father, not sure what he would do but there was something so wrong about seeing his ever stoic, ever impassive father reduced to a fit of helplessness - no matter how small - like a common fragile old man that disturbed him greatly. James rubbed his father's back and called for a maid.

Rhoe tried to speak but a hoarse whisper was all that came out.

A maid stood at the doorway while the other rushed inside, fetching a glass of water from the pitcher. Rhoe drank it slowly, allowing the coughs to slowly fade.

"Aelin died," he choked out.

"You don't know that," reminded James gently. He was hesitant to press more but James wanted to clear this first hurdle before she arrived.

"I saw—I saw her body." Rhoe closed his eyes shut as if he was trying to block out a vision. "There was a body. Her body."

"Aelin disappeared," corrected James. "You found a body and identified it as hers but what if-what if it wasn't?"

"The magistrate found her anklet near the body. It was her. I saw the anklet."

James snapped his mouth shut. He had been nine when his sister disappeared and what little he knew about it was pieced together from eavesdropped bits of conversations and accidental slips from his uncle and aunt between the years. The Earl of Narrowcreek all but banned talk about Aelin in his home and neither son mentioned her for fear of his temper until memories of childhood acquired a dreamlike quality in his mind.

"The other anklet?"

"They never found it," said Rhoe.

James tried to consider his words carefully but . "I am aware my story sound like wishful thinking but I have—sir, I would not have believed my cousin if I had not seen her. She looks like my sister but more than that, she is-she is what I always thought Aelin would grow up to be: witty, charming and-and so wickedly clever." His words were more passionate than rationally thought out now but his father looked unaffected. James blew out a breath. "I invited her here for dinner, father. I wish to make Miss Sardothein aware of my-my suspicions. Despite what you say, something tells me I am right. I know I am. If you change your mind by dinner, you are welcome to join us tonight."

He thought his words might cause his father to at least promise to come; instead Rhoe latched onto another part of his sentence. "Miss Celaena Sardothein?!"

"The very one."

"You cannot mean to invite a tradesman's daughter into my house!"

"She is your daughter, sir!" said James sharply, feeling himself losing his control. "I mean to tell her of her identity today and you will not dissuade me from it." So saying, he quit the study door and left, suddenly quite anxious for the upcoming visit.

Celaena felt strangely off-kilter looking at a house that was as familiar as it was strange as she was handed down the carriage by a footman. Her nerves hightened for some unfathomable reason and in an attempt to distract herself by looking around the foyer of the Galathynius Townhouse, which was very grand. In the pride of the place stood an elegant water fountain, around which she could imagine a noisy brood of children splashing in and out. The elegant structure captured her interest until she stepped inside, feeling a vague sense of deja vu though she could swear she had never seen such a fine house before in her life—surely she would remember it if she had? It was not a forgettable sight—she pushed her unease aside, squared her shoulders and allowed the butler to divest her of her cloak and gloves while a maid waited to escort her to drawing room. The old servant started at the sight of her before he hid his surprise with an impassive expression like a well-trained servant, efficiently performing his duties, though she did not miss the way his eyes flicked back to her face repeatedly. Having never been invited to a private dinner before, Celaena had no expectations from the evening but was nevertheless surprised to be ushered into a private study instead of the drawing room.

A man sat in his armchair in a posture more befitting a young gentleman than an old, wealthy peer, though the grey hair at the edges of his temples belied his age.

"Miss Sardothein," said he.

Lord Rhoe noticed her surprise at being addressed by her name and smiled strangely. "Your reputation precedes you, dear. You have the whole town in a tizzy and you have in twenty four hours coerced my son into issuing a dinner invitation that is quite improper; an unmarried lady dining with two bachelors? Huge scandals have been created on far less."

"Then I wonder at your son's reasoning, for he issued the invitation. I only accepted it."

The Earl shook his head. "I know his reasons but I wonder at yours."

"I was curious."

He raised an eyebrow but she did not offer more explanation than that. "By accepting his invitation, you are putting your reputation in jeopardy, and with it, my son's."

She dimpled. "I might argue he did that himself when he issued it."

"I told you—"

"No, I told you," said she, rising from her seat, "—I am here on invitation. If you wish me gone from your home, ask and I will. But I will not accept an interrogation."

"I demand respect, Miss Sardothein."

"I shall never give it for that reason alone. I could not respect you if I wanted, sir," said she defiantly, rising from her seat, "for you were decided against me before I even entered your house—you who valued the gossip's opinions, or was your prejudice because of the grave sin I committed in being raised by a tradesman?" Her eyes flashed with ire and her breaths came faster. The Earl noticed none of it, struck as he was by the image of another adolescent ages ago shouting at his own father in the very same place. Miss Sardothein was a little older, perhaps and her features were not as delicate and soft but there was no mistaking her. He had crossed swords with his wife's younger sister to recognise her ashryver eyes and the colouring—

"Evalin," he whispered.

Bloody Hell.

Celaena's eyebrows creased when the older man looked at her in shock, then collapsed into the armchair he had been occupying.

"Uncle Rhoe? I heard raised voices—good gods, Aelin! Whatever happened here?"

If either of them noticed what name Lord Fenrys had unintentionally called her and to which she had answered, neither gave any indication. "He was telling me I should not have come and I was-I was defending myself but then he was, he was shocked at something and he said a name—Evelyn or something similar. Then he just collapsed into the chair." Lord Fenrys quickly and efficiently took charge of the situation, pouring her some wine for some semblance of calm, sending for his cousin and a footman to escort His Lordship back to his chambers. Lord Fenrys and his cousin had apparently been waiting for her in the drawing room downstairs and were not aware of her arrival. He had come to fetch a book from the adjoining library to pass his time when he heard raised voices. This assured her to some degree that she was not unwanted in the house, however as it belonged to the master whom she had quite shocked into fainting with her poor manners, she was not sure how much longer she would be welcome and expressed her desire to leave.

Lord Fenrys said immediately, "Leave? Goodness—no, my cousin will be quite cross with me if I let you leave before he comes. Do feel free to look around."

She did look around, taking in the elegant but never ostentatious furniture and the wall patterns which, though pretty, looked rather outdated. The study was well-lit with wax candles but looked cozier than she would expect an Earl's private sanctuary to look like. Her attention was caught soon by a bookcase by the farthest wall—presumably his favourites—and was surprised she shared similar tastes in reading with a man who had in a few minutes embodied all the worst qualities of the aristocracy. She moved past that wall only to come face-to-face with an unexpected portrait. It's objects—a husband, wife and their three children—sat in a formal pose but the picture radiated contentment, happiness and affection. It was perhaps something in the way the refined, elegant woman stared adoringly up at her husband or the look of affection he in turn bestowed on his two sons and a daughter who looked by turns bemused, bored and awfully wicked.

Her stomach twisted uneasily looking at the eldest son. "That. Who is that?"

"Edward," answered he. "Viscount Layton is not much fond of society. By the way his expression darkened, she surmised there must be some rift in the family—

Edward.

Edward Galathynius.

Celaena felt her own disquiet increase. Where had she heard the name before?

She glanced quickly at her host's cousin who was rifling through the drawers and examined the painting more closely. The children and the woman looked a great deal similar in colouring and in their eyes which were turquoise—

Turquoise eyes ringed with gold.

"Miss Sardothein?" Fenrys asked.

"Yes, yes, forgive me, Lord Fenrys. I feel a little, a little warm. He, your cousin—cousins, that is," she corrected herself, "they have—their eyes are a very unusual colour," she lamely finished.

"The ashryver eyes, yes." His tone was flippant, as though he had not seen her eyes. "As rare as they are beautiful, won't you say?"

Her stomach plummeted. She wanted to go somewhere—anywhere else.

Celaena tried to leave the room, her skin feeling too hot. Her knees buckled.

"Aelin!" Mr Galathynius stood in the doorway with his eyes wide.

Aelin.

She tried to ignore the implications of all that being called that name entailed.

Mr Galathynius gently led her to a seat away from the fireplace. Her head spun and her palms felt sweaty. "Home," she croaked out, unable to make out her own words. "I want home." Her skin flushed even more, her palms grew sweaty and her clothes felt coarse against her body.

Ashryver eyes.

The fairest eyes, from legends old

Of brightest blue, ringed with gold

She shut her eyes closed, willing her hands to stop shaking. It didn't work. How did she know that? She couldn't have known that. She had never met these people before, had never seen this place.

She had not.

She could not have.

Aelin was my favourite cousin—you, uh, you remind me of her.

Aelin.

But how could it be?

Aelin died in a fire thirteen years ago, Fenrys had told her. When she was but five.

Arobynn brought her home and introduced her as an orphan the same year, the year she had turned six. Arobynn had found her as an orphan roaming the streets of London when she was five.

The dates matched.

The fire. A warehouse. Two men. A pistol. She tried to remember but came up short.

"Aelin," a voice gently called out.

"You are wrong," she insisted vehemently, "I am not, I am not your sister!" Her voice turned screeching. "I was—my family gave me up, they didn't want me. Arobynn saved me. He told me they didn't want me, he told me so himself."

Arobynn lies to everyone.

But he had never lied to her. To her, he had been honest as he should.

He would not.

"Shh, It's alright, Aelin." James scooted closer and talked in a gentle tone, wishing his elder brother was present to comfort her. Edward would have known how to calm her.

Edward always had.

"Don't call me that." She shook her head tearfully. "I am not Aelin. I am not."

James placed an arm on her shoulder cautiously. The gentle touch, the compassionate voice and the genuine concern almost undid her. "Aelin," said her brother—her brother, she thought with amazement that the words did not sound as strange as they should have—"I am sorry you found out this way. Indeed, there are a great many things we are not sure of but—but my father's reaction and your own confirms what I suspected."

"You told me she died." The words came out almost as an accusation.

"It is all speculation on my part, mind, but we were informed my sister died in a fire in a nearby warehouse. The owner was a rather genial fellow and my sister—you—were friends with the man's clerk. You were playing with Edward that day—that is our elder brother—and you broke your ankle. He went to fetch help from the manor house but by the time father was able to come, you were not there. The search parties could find no signs of you until the magistrate informed her of two bodies found in a nearby warehouse. The first a child, had near her an anklet we knew you wore that day and father thought—we all thought it was you. I do not know where you did go and how the anklet appeared there but—"

She frowned. "You think Arobynn abducted me for some nefarious purposes."

"Indeed not—"

"You do," she accused, looking away from the hurt in his ashryver eyes. "You think—you think he did that. But he did not. He would not do that to me."

"Aelin, I never—"

"He wouldn't!" Celaena sobbed hysterically. "And even if you do not, everyone else will. No one will believe this—this story of ours—your father, oh god, he doubted it! He thought me a fortune hunter and—and everyone will—"

"Father did not wish to hope only to be met with disappointment, dearest."

"I all but told my father to go to the devil," she said between sobs.

"And it is a darned good thing you did," said Lord Fenrys in a flippant tone. "Someone needed to take that old man down a few notches. Besides, I suspect when he wakes up, he will have his fair share of apologising to do."

Mr Galathynius hesitantly placed an arm around his sister's shoulder as though he expected her to pull away and run. But she was too exhausted to protest and too grateful to have something solid to hold onto while the earth shifted beneath her feet. Aelin buried her face in his chest, clutching at the lapels of his coat and James felt a tender affection towards this creature who was clever and witty in ballrooms, whose ire faded as easily as it was stoked and who went from one emotion to another to another in a few moments. If in that moment someone had told him he needed to fell a dragon in order to protect her, he would have happily taken the beast on with his sword. James had been too young to do anything but squabble with his little sister but he felt all the protective instincts of an elder brother now and the first stirrings of hope that his family might not be doomed to unhappiness forever after all.

Aelin pulled back and sniffed. "I am sorry, Mr Galathynius, I suppose—"

"It would please me greatly if you would call me by my first name, dearest." James wished again he had his brother with him. "I do not think father will be angry and even if he is, I hope you will not mind him too much. I sent an express to Edward the moment we returned from the dinner party. He will be here soon and he will be ecstatic. I know I am."

"I don't remember anything."

He shrugged helplessly. "It is to be expected, Aelin. You were only five."

"But Arobynn told me I was given away by my family to, to an orphanage. He found me on the streets."

Mr Galathy—James looked at her seriously, clutching her hands in his. "I don't know if he lied or not, Aelin, but know this: your family did not give you away—indeed, we have been miserable since you left us." He bit his lip, swallowed and asked, "Do you remember even a little bit of that day? You and Edward were playing outside, you broke your ankle and he came back to the house to fetch help. He was—"

"He told me to stay there," she whispered, tears rolling down her face. "I didn't."

"You were but five," said Fenrys in an attempt to soothe. "You could hardly be expected to listen to anyone." The siblings started in surprise, having forgotten his presence.

"Do you remember what happened after our brother left?" James prodded gently.

Celaena shook her head, eyes shut. She tried to remember the day on the field near the estate. A mud puddle. A fallen ribbon. Her anklet's weak clasp. Why are you alone here? A voice.

It was a man's voice.

He had promised to take her back. I will carry you home, come with me. Into the carriage, there. She had climbed into the carriage. Perhaps she knew the man? Surely she would not have climbed into a stranger's carriage?

You were but five.

She tried hard to concentrate but could not remember anything beyond that and she told her brother so.

"You need not force yourself to, but if you do remember anything more—"

"I will tell you," she agreed. "I always wanted an elder brother, you know?"

James Galathynius was an affectionate man and he itched to embrace his sister tightly, but restrained in fear of overdoing things. The last shreds of his reserve melted with her words and he pulled her close. His little sister. He wondered if there were sweeter words in the world. "I missed you so," he answered tearfully, "So did we all. Edward refused to look at pianofortes for months, they reminded him of you, he hardly ever comes to town and father so retreated into his study and there I was—Oh, Aelin, please don't leave again."

"I shan't," she promised.

"A gentleman's word?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I am a lady."

"It's the only kind of promise you didn't break when we were children. A gentleman's word?" She heard her own voice ask the question long ago. A vague memory.

Celaena smiled. "A gentleman's word."

Fenrys broke the moment, his eyes glimmering suspiciously. He sniffed. "Stop monopolizing her, cousin."

Celaena hesitantly rose from her seat, pressing a kiss against her cousin's cheek. "I know it's all a muddle still but thank you for finding me, Lord Fenrys." She smiled sweetly at him. "You told me Aelin was—that I was—your favourite cousin, did you not, Lord Fenrys?"

"You were—you are." He grinned. "Do stop with the lord business though—I am already determined we shall be the dearest of friends. We have always been alike in our dispositions."

"What he means," James grinned back, "is the both of you have always been utter rascals, making all our lives difficult."

"I don't know what you are talking about," huffed she with feigned indignation in her voice. "I am positively an angel."

"Oh, hardly!" Fenrys shook his head. "I never saw a more mischevious child. Aunt Meave swore you were the devil's spawn."

"Oh no," she said.

"Oh, yes." James grinned at a fond memory. "And I cannot blame her. You once sneaked a frog to her dinner table. It ended up in her plate somehow; it was horrific."

"Indeed, you scarred the poor woman," Fenrys quipped. "She specifically invites only adults ever since. James told us later how you twitched and groaned, shifting in your seat, trying to hide it in the folds of your dress."

Celaena narrowed her eyes. "If you knew, why did you not help?"

"I did not want to incur her wrath," he said. "Our father or brother would have protected you from her. I was on my own."

The remark brought her back to reality. "Father—Lord Rhoe—my goodness, I implied he was proud and arrogant and—and he fainted!" James hurried to assure her that he fainted occassionally and a physician had been sent for in any case and she should not worry overmuch about that but she could not help herself. However, not wanting to worry him more—the poor man was acting so casually as if expecting another fit of hysterics—she changed the subject to one she was curious about. "And Edward—you said he has been informed."

"If I know him at all, he will come running." Then, with due caution, "I know you don't remember a thing but Edward and you were particularly close—you filled buckets worth of tears when he left for Eton, you know? And when he came to visit for the summer or holidays and you were obliged to return to the nursery in the evenings, you threw such a royal fit until father allowed you to spend the nights in his room." By the tone with which he said it, Celaena rather thought it cost him something to admit this to her and she thought she heard a touch of envy in those words.

"It was perhaps not proper," agreed Fenrys, "but you would not eat or drink and he was forced to acquiese."

Celaena laughed. "That does sound like me." Then, sobering, "I should not—it's too late, I think I should return home."

"Home?"

Celaena amended with a smile, "Well, not my home, then. But I could not move here today, not with Lord Rhoe so—"

"Father will not object," said he, with conviction. "This is your home as much as it is mine or his. I am sure Edward will be furious with me if I let you leave." Then, noticing her reluctance, he gently smiled. "I understand you will need to get used to reality and I really would like it if you stayed but if you cannot—"

"Oh, no," said she, interrupting him. "I will—I will stay if you send a note to the Rhunns informing them where I am and if my maid and a few of my clothes can be brought—Elide, my maid, she will know what to bring—then I shall stay."

This was agreed to with alacrity and orders sent to prepare one of the finest guest rooms for temporary occupation. James noticed her pale countenance and offered to send a dinner tray to her rooms in a half hour if she would like to retire early. After they were informed that Lord Rhoe had been given laudanum to calm himself and would see them in the morning, there was nothing left for her to do and she accepted her brother's offer happily. Celaena thought she would not be able to sleep for hours, ruminating on the eventful day but the overwhelming emotions of the overdeal caught up with her and she was asleep before dinner arrived.

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Why Ashford in the Water is the perfect base for exploring the Peak District

Discover why Ashford in the Water is the perfect base for exploring the Peak District. From scenic walks along the Monsal Trail to historic landmarks like Chatsworth House, this charming village offers easy access to nature and adventure. Stay in welcoming accommodations and experience all seasons in the Peak District. Book your stay now!

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tokyotwosome · 5 years ago

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England: ”This Earth of Majesty”

7/26/19 - ENGLAND. The mother to the modern world’s business tongue. A country within the United Kingdom within Great Britain and none of us can make any sense of what the heck the difference is. This wondrous place is an island I’d always dreamed of visiting from the first time I picked up The Chronicles of Narnia. Or Pride and Prejudice. Or Harry Potter. The list goes on. From its rich history, its captivating architecture, and the many famous humans that have walked these streets, England is not a country to be missed.

We arrived in London on a Friday evening. The summer in the U.K. is much like Seattle; the sun is fickle and the rain needy. Seeing the countless parks throughout the city, not to mention the luscious greenery throughout the countryside, it’s no wonder it rains so much here. On Saturday morning, we met up with a friend to do a proper tour of the city. For the day, we purchased a “London Pass” which gets you into over 75 attractions as well as access to the Hop on Hop Off bus. We swiftly made our way to the top of the double decker, not caring that the open-roof was a bit damp and paying notice to the “mind your head” signs up the stairs. As we embarked through the city, a man with a microphone prompted us to grab headphones and listen to his countless facts about London.

Did you know that there are actually two Londons? Greater London refers to the American definition of “London”. This is where the Queen hails and is generally what we think of when referring to London. There is also “The City of London”, a square mile within Greater London that can be easily identified by its dragon statues which guard its borders. The City of London is separately governed, collects separate taxes, enforces separate laws, has their own separate flag, and even elects their own Lord Mayor. Queen Elizabeth isn’t even allowed to enter the City of London without permission from the Lord Mayor. It’s all very scratch-head worthy.

There’s a laundry list of sites to see in London. There’s Big Ben (currently under construction), Westminster Abbey (filled with famous and infamous corpses), Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, Tower Bridge (much cooler than London Bridge), the Churchill War Rooms, Shakespeare’s Globe, and loads more. One would need to devote an entire week to site seeing just to manage it all in. Needless to say, we didn’t get to see everything, but we managed to get some good ones under our belt.

Our first stop was at the Tower of London, just a hop, skip, and a jump away from Tower Bridge on the north bank of the River Thames (pronounced “Tems”). The Tower of London is less of a tower and more of a series of towers that feel more like medieval grounds from something out of a storybook. Within each tower holds its own treasures and stories. There was original armor, crown jewels, the bloody tower (where two princes were believed to have been killed by their uncle so that he could have the crown for himself), prison cells (where names and images have been carved into walls)...and so much more. You could spend all day at this site alone, but we hurried on off to lunch after building up an appetite..must have been all the murder stories that did it. Speaking of murder - walking across the Tower Bridge, we found the street where many Jack the Ripper scenes were filmed. They even offer evening tours of all his murder spots (a big no thank you from me).

The food in England is a journey in and of itself. If you ask for pie, don’t expect something sweet. A traditional English-style breakfast consists of toast (seemingly the most important food group), beans, mushrooms and/or tomatoes, an over-easy egg, a hash brown, bacon (which is actually more ham-like), and sausage (tastes more like fake meat to me). We can’t tell you how many times we ate the same English-style breakfast, but it really was quite hearty. Brunch will sometimes include all-you-can-drink. And let’s not forget Sunday roast! Tea was also a staple for most, if not all, of our breakfasts - I like mine with two sugars and milk. In terms of stereotype foods, we didn’t see a crumpet in sight.

While London is a must-see when in England, it’s certainly not the highlight of the country. We rented a car and made our way north, with our final destination being Scotland. We’d arranged to have overnight stays in aribnb’s along the way, taking recommendations from our very own Rick Steves. The street signs were comical, seeing ones like “mind the gap” and “queues likely”. Getting used to the different terminology is a journey of its own. First stop was Stow-on-the-Wold; a quaint little market town with sandy-colored buildings, friendly town folk, and shops around every corner. We still aren’t sure what a Stow or a Wold is, but while we passed through, it was clear why it was a place outsiders wanted to visit. After spending a few days in the city, it was refreshing to be in a small town. We managed to only go down the wrong side of the street towards oncoming traffic once, so that’s a bonus!

Shortly following our pit-stop to Stow-on-the-Wold, we found our airbnb in a place known as Derbyshire, arriving promptly at 3:00 PM. A woman answered the door and greeted us by saying, “you’re positively punctual”. She sounded like Mary Poppins and I could’ve swore she was about to break out in song next and a bird would likely land delicately on her finger. That was when I really realized we weren’t in Kansas anymore. She took us upstairs to our room in her large, historical cottage. The backyard view reminded me of something out of a Jane Austen novel. I could imagine Mr. Darcy coming to our door by horseback. We had dinner at a local gastropub, just up the street. The server told us about a place to visit the following day, which we promptly agreed we’d do.

The next morning on our way out of town, we stopped by the recommendation from our server; a nature walk toward an abandoned water mill. During our walk, Rob stopped and asked that I take a picture of him in the grass. At the time, I had no idea why. Turns out he was envisioning a scenic view out of Gladiator and just HAD to reenact it. Making our way down a long drive, we saw a flock of pheasants that we thought were chickens. When we finally did make it to the water mill, we took in the beautiful views and imagined what sorts of things must have taken place throughout history here; a common thought through such a historical place. When we thought there wasn’t a living soul in site, a couple of women on horseback road passed. Such a slow, easy going lifestyle here.

Our next destination was what is known as the lake district; more specifically, a town called Keswick (pronounced Ke-sick). Keswick was by far our favorite stopping point. It had a German feel with British flavor. Lots of nature, lots of shops, and lots of kind people. This is a popular spot to visit in the summertime for Brits throughout the country. While rain was to be expected, we lucked out for the day we spent there and enjoyed a pleasant nature hike.

The day following our trip to Keswick, the weather took a turn for the worse. We were so fortunate to have such a beautiful day for our one day spent there. After our time in the lake district, our next stop was Scotland. Truly, Scotland is deserving of its own blog, so stay tuned for that next! Instead, I’m going to fast forward to when we trained back to London.

We’ve gone full circle and made it back to the city. Our train arrived at Kings Cross Station - so naturally we visited platform 9 3/4. After taking our obligatory Harry Potter photo, we decided to try to squeeze in any last minute sightseeing we may have missed. That’s how we ended up at the Churchill War Rooms. The underground tour is the original housing spot for Churchill and his men during WWII. They have kept the rooms in mostly the same condition with a full audio tour to really envision what it must have been like during the war. Trying to imagine being trapped down there while bombs continued to go off upstairs was a very humbling experience. For me, having been to the war museums in both Pearl Harbor and Okinawa, seeing the war through the British lens was a new perspective. On one of the original maps in the discussion room, you could even see a drawing of Hitler someone had done. A really remarkable site and I would highly recommend to anyone who visits London. Speaking of sights in London, did you know that all museums are free in the UK? That led us to the Natural History Museum! Among other things.

On 8/3/19, our 5-year wedding anniversary, we decided to treat ourselves to high tea. We had reservations at a delightful little spot in the city. The theme was Peter Rabbit and ohhhh was it good! We had mini-sandwiches, biscuits, jams, and treats to the max. Everything you see was edible, including the flower pots. I don’t think I stopped smiling once. When we had finished, we were stuffed beyond belief. Then the server comes over with a HAPPY ANNIVERSARY dessert. We couldn’t NOT eat it...so we stuffed our little bunny bellies. Another successful wedding anniversary outside of the states - once an accident, now a tradition. <3

If you’re considering a trip to the UK, I’d say go Nike and just do it! Some of our expectations were met and others were shattered, but that’s the joy of travelling. A place is never how you think it’s going to be, but seeking the different is what is exciting. Stay tuned for the next blog where we’ll share our adventures in Scotland - my new crush. Thanks for sticking it out and reading along!

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Carsington Water Website: https://www.localwalks.co.uk/derbyshire-walks-blog/carsington-water-walk-and-map

Carsington Water is a large scenic reservoir in Derbyshire. It takes it’s water from the River Derwent and is popular with outdoor and watersport enthusiasts. Here are 3 Carsington Water walks on the

Derbyshire Walks App

ranging from 4.25 miles to 8.5 miles in length.Carsington Water walk 1

4.25 miles

This is the shortest of the three walks from Carsington Water, a pleasant walk that travels along the northern edge of the water and then south through lovely woodland beside the reservoir. The route will then take you to the lovely conservation villages of Carsington and Hopton. This walk does entail walking along a road which is not too busy but has no pavements. You will also have to cross a busier road a couple of times. If you want to avoid this you can miss out the villages and return along the footpath that runs at the north end of the reservoir. This is a relatively easy walk with a bit of climbing in the woodland. The descent may be slippery in wet weather. You can get refreshments at the Carsington Water Visitor Centre and there is a pub and tea rooms in Carsington.

Carsington Water walk 2

6.5 miles

This pleasant walk includes some excellent scenery and the two picturesque villages of Carsington and Brassington. The walk also contains a short section of the Limestone way and the High Peak Trail and a rocky summit at Harboro Rocks. There is some walking on country lanes and a 700m stretch along a busier road on this route, so please be careful here. You will also need to cross one busy road towards the beginning and end of the walk. You can get refreshments at the Carsington Water Visitor Centre or there are pubs in both villages and tea rooms in Carsington.

Carsington Water walk 3

8.5 miles

This is a delightful walk around Carsington Water, one of Derbyshire’s most important tourist attractions. The walk is mostly level on easy paths through fields and woodland so is ideal for the whole family. However, there are a few little climbs and the walk is quite long for little legs, but there are great places to relax by the water’s edge on the way. There is a great Visitor Centre with shops and an exhibition to visit along with wildlife hides en route. The walk visits the lovely conservation villages of Carsington and Hopton but this entails walking along a road which is not too busy but has no pavements. You will also have to cross a busier road a couple of times. If you want to avoid this you can miss out the villages and stick to the footpath that runs at the north end of the reservoir. You can get refreshments at the Carsington Water Visitor Centre and there is a pub and tea rooms in Carsington.

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⁣ Canon EOS 250D | 35mm | 1/50s | f/10 | ISO 100⁣ Taken on 07/09/2020.⁣ ⁣ Topping the ridge to the south of Castleton in the narrow, rocky Cave Dale, the evocative Peveril Castle has been so ravaged by the centuries that it almost looks like a crag itself.⁣ ⁣ Constructed by William Peveril, William the Conqueror's son, the castle was used as a hunting lodge by Henry II, King John and Henry III.⁣ ⁣ The crumbling ruins offer swooping views over the Hope Valley. But if you don't fancy the climb up, you can opt for a walk through this scenic gully called Cave Dale instead.⁣ ⁣ 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲:⁣ ⁣ Sheffield and Buxton are the best bases for exploring the Peak District.⁣ ⁣ Find out all the bus routes in the Peak District on:⁣ https://www.peakdistrict.gov.uk/visiting/planning-your-visit/publictransport/peak-district-bus-routes⁣ ______________________________________⁣ ⁣ #CaveDale #PeverilCastle #Derbyshire #PeakDistrictNationalPark #HopeValley #PeakDistrict #PeakDistrictWalks #WalkingBritain #HikingAdventures #England #Britain #GreatBritain #UnitedKingdom #BestDestinations #EnglishHeritage #ScenicLocations #MadeInBritain #InstaTraveler #Earth_Shotz #OurPlanetDaily #Travelling_UK #UK_PhotoOfTheDay #UKPhotographer #NatureWalk #Nature_Seekers #Castles_OfTheWorld #CastlesOfInstagram #NatGeoLandscape #ThePeakDistrict #EnglandsBigPicture (at Cave Dale) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTevml4oNow/?utm_medium=tumblr

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These amazing dog walks all start and end with a pub!

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These amazing dog walks all start and end with a pub!

A new book promises dog-walking routes through Derbyshire beauty spots – all of which start and end with an excellent pub.

The guide by Peter Naldrett features 20 different walks from all over our beautiful county.

Mr Naldrett designed the walks in order to showcase some of the hidden gems that only Derbyshire locals know about.

He also wanted to ensure that your dogs can enjoy as much off-lead time as possible. Although, he warns, there will be sections when your pet may have to go on the lead for a brief period.

And of course, the author has crafted the walks to make sure you can get a pint in at a lovely, dog-friendly pub.

He says: “The outdoors is a wonderful place, for you, your friends and family and your pet.

“Get out into the Peak District as often as you can. I hope you enjoy these walks from dog-friendly pubs.”

We’ve picked just three of the walks but the full book is available to purchase from www.countrysidebooks.co.uk for £8.99 . All the text below is sourced from the guide, which is named Derbyshire & the Peak District Dog Friendly Pub Walks.

Carsington and The Miners Arms – 8.3 miles

Carsington Reservoir, Derbyshire (Image: Getty Images)

A glorious walk around one of the most scenic stretches of water in Derbyshire, this is a popular walk for dog owners and passes a wide range of facilities.

Although Carsington is an extremely important site for storing the water needed by people in the English Midlands, many people who arrive at the Visitor Centre are here for the animals living on and around the reservoir itself.

Much of this area has been designated a nature reserve and there is good reason for it. The place is often teeming with wildlife and attracts plenty of interest from both serious birdwatchers and those who simply enjoy a quiet, thriving natural environment.

At the Visitor Centre there’s the opportunity to hire a pair of binoculars and see which species you spot out on the water, in the skies and around the surrounding ponds and reed beds.

How to get there: The village of Carsington is found to the north of Carsington Water, following signs off the B5035. The Miners Arms is in the centre of the village.

Sat nav: DE4 4DE.

Parking: There is free roadside parking at the centre of Carsington village.

OS Map: OL24 The Peak District White Peak Area. Grid ref: SK252533.

About The Miners Arms

The Miners Arms is in the centre of Carsington village where wellbehaved dogs will get a friendly welcome.

The pub benefits from its location in two ways, firstly because it’s found in such a picturesque and attractive place but also because it’s right next to the popular circular footpath that takes people around the reservoir.

A family-run free house, dogs are invited to join guests in both the main bar and in the snug, making sure there are plenty of options for dog walkers who want to chill out after a lengthy walk.

There is also a range of doggy snacks available behind the bar. On warmer days, there’s a good sized beer garden at the back of the pub to enjoy the sun.

Terrain: Well established paths, with some steep slopes.

Time: 3hrs.

Livestock: Possibility of livestock in areas.

Stiles: None.

Nearest vets: Derwent Valley Vets, Boat House Inn, 110 Dale Rd, Matlock, DE4 3PP.

The walk

1. As you face the Miners Arms pub, turn to the right and continue along the road. There’s a turn to the left and you should follow signs for the cycle route 547. Still following the road, head up a small hill and then begin a descent once you reach the brow.

2. At the main B5035 road, carefully cross over and take the road opposite that sits slightly to the left. Continue straight on along this road and then take the track on the right signed for the Visitor Centre.

This track is easy to follow and Carsington Water soon appears on the left. You’re about to complete an anti-clockwise circuit of the reservoir and should follow the signs for the circular walk. The track you’re on eventually comes to a larger one, where you turn right and head through a conservation area. At the next track, turn right again, sticking to the circular route.

There’s a slight incline here and wind turbines come into view straight ahead. Follow the route through two steep left-hand turns. When you come to a junction of paths, head right and follow signs for the Visitor Centre.

3. When you arrive at the Visitor Centre, you may like to explore. There are toilet facilities, along with a range of small shops and a café. When you’re ready, press on beyond the Visitor Centre and playground, picking up the path again. The signs now point to the dam wall and the sailing club. When you reach the sailing club, you need to cross over the road and then pick up the path at the other side on the way to the dam wall.

4. Once you’re at the wall, turn left onto it and follow it to the far side. The path bends around to the left and takes you to a car park, where you need to cross over the small road and follow the path as it starts to climb the hill. This is the start of a fairly steep section of the walk, though there’s soon a gradual descent through woods, across a field and back into a wooded area. Turn left, following the sign for Carsington village. The section that follows has gentle ups and downs as you continue to follow the circular walk signs. Look out for a wooden sculpture of a book, and press on up the steep slope.

5. You’ll arrive at a road and need to turn left onto it, heading downhill. At the bottom, pick up the track on the right once more and take the steep incline. It’s a straight forward journey following the circular route and it will bring you to a gate leading onto a field, where you will need to use a lead. Pass a wooden sculpture of a chair and then head out of the field, continuing along the circular path.

6. The track takes you close to the main road. Soon after this there is a track you need to take on the right, signed for Carsington village. Cross the road and pick up the route on the other side. There is a steep climb before you come to a road where you turn left. Look out for the old milestone on the right which indicates the distance to Ashbourne. Follow the road which brings you into the village of Carsington, with the Miners Arms pub on the left.

Chatsworth & Edensor – 5.5 miles

The Old Vicarage in Edensor

Whatever you do, don’t go into the little settlement of Edensor pronouncing it as it reads.

Instead, do as the locals do and refer to it as ‘Enzer’. Many of the buildings in this small village – home to around 150 people – are owned by the Duke of Devonshire, as you can tell by the colour-coordinated blue doors and gates.

Although it appears that Edensor has been here for several centuries due to the picturesque, timeless feel of the place, its location here dates back only to early Victorian days. Before then, the village of Edensor stood in a completely different place, close to the banks of the River Derwent much nearer to Chatsworth House.

The estate was extensively remodelled under the supervision of legendary landscaper Capability Brown and it was suggested that Edensor should be moved to the other side of the hill, completely removing it from the view of the country house. Other changes made to the grounds at Chatsworth included arranging groups of trees in a more scenic position and altering the course of the river. This walk takes in many of the highlights across the estate.

How to get there: Baslow is just to the north of the Chatsworth Estate, where the A619 meets the A623.

Sat nav: DE45 1SD.

Parking: In the pay and display Village Hall Car Park on Church Lane, just off the A619 in Baslow. Alternatively, the Devonshire Arms has a car park for patrons.

OS Map: OL24 The Peak District White Peak Area. Grid ref: SK258721.

About the Devonshire Arms

The Devonshire Arms commands a fine location in the centre of the village, and has a reputation for being dog friendly as well as providing a great country atmosphere.

Come in after an autumnal or winter walk and you’ll find a log fire burning and a good choice of food and drink to recharge your batteries.

The inn takes its name from the Duke of Devonshire, whose family have lived at nearby Chatsworth House for generations. There are several places to eat in Baslow, catering for a range of budgets, but a thorough refurbishment a few years ago makes the Devonshire Arms one of the best places to chill out after stretching your legs on the estate.

The accommodation is dog friendly and you’ll find both doggy treats and water bowls in the bar at all times.

Terrain: Gentle climbs on well-marked paths. Dogs need to be on a lead.

Time: 2hrs 30mins.

Livestock: Likely to be livestock in the grounds of the estate.

Stiles: None.

Nearest vets: Bakewell Veterinary Clinic, Milford Farm, Mill Street, Bakewell DE45 1DX.

The walk

1. From the car park, head to the road and turn right. Take the right turn at the edge of the green that keeps you on Church Lane. Cross the bridge and take the path on the right that will lead you by cottages with thatched roofs and a stream called Bar Brook. You’ll soon come to a well-known and rather unusual kissing gate in the wall; you may find there’s a little queue to get through here at busy times.

2. Once you’re through the gate, you’ll find yourself inside the Chatsworth Estate and the path you need to follow goes straight ahead. This is a fabulous stretch of the walk, passing ancient trees on the left that are centuries old. You’ll need to put your dog on a lead here because there are likely to be sheep in the area. This is an easy track to follow, and in no time at all you’ll be able to see magnificent Chatsworth House ahead of you, to the left. The track eventually brings you to the road leading up to the house where you should turn right over the bridge. The bridge is a listed building and dates back to the 18th century.

3. Take the path that heads to the left towards Beeley; you’ll now be walking to the south with the River Derwent on your left. The path continues ahead, taking you beyond Chatsworth House and heading up some steps and past a ruined building. After you have passed the weir in the River Derwent, the path soon starts to veer to the right and up the hill. Cross over the stream you meet and climb up the slope to the right.

4. At the road, carefully cross over and turn right, picking up the track that runs back towards the house. This will start to lead you over the green fields of Chatsworth and you should make sure that you keep close to the road on the right. Look out for the path that leads off away from the road to the left; follow this as it takes you up the hill to the wood. Before you reach the trees, the path branches to the right and you’ll reach a junction of paths.

5. Take the path that leads off to the right, heading down the hill and beyond the trees towards Edensor. At the end of this path, go through a gate and down the steps that take you into the middle of the village. Turn right onto the road and walk towards the village green and the main road.

6. Leave Edensor through the main gate. Cross the road, picking up the path at the other side. This well-established route heads over the small hill and brings you to the historic bridge over the River Derwent. Once you’re at the other side, take the path on the left towards Baslow and follow the track back to the village you set out from. Having passed through the kissing gate, continue beyond the cottages, turning left onto the road and proceeding over the bridge towards the village green.

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Bakewell & the Monsal Trail

Cottages alongside the River Wye, Bakewell, Derbyshire

One of the best-loved market towns in the country, Bakewell is a delightful place to spend the day and has some fantastic footpaths and trails to explore.

This is a great walk for dogs as you pass through farming country but have iconic limestone walls on either side to keep the cattle away.

You’ll also get to enjoy some big views which open up of the White Peak.

When you’ve finished, head for the Red Lion for a well-earned rest – but make sure you pick up a Bakewell pudding to take home!

How to get there: Bakewell is located on the A6, between Buxton in the north and Matlock to the south.

Sat nav: DE45 1GE.

Parking: The pay and display car park at the old Bakewell Station, but if you arrive fairly early or are doing the walk midweek there should be plenty of free roadside opportunities nearby.

OS Map: OL24 The Peak District White Peak Area. Grid ref: SK222689.

About the Red Lion occupies a prominent position on the main road through the centre of Bakewell and is passed towards the end of the walk.

Built in the 17th century as a coaching inn, the pub is just as welcoming to those passing through the Peak District in the 21st century. The food is homemade and most of it is sourced locally. The taproom is dog friendly if you choose to eat and drink inside, but if the weather is fine, sitting out in the large beer garden is the best option.

Terrain: Good trails and some roadside walking.

Time: 2hr 30mins.

Livestock: Possibility of cattle on the second half of the walk.

Stiles: None.

Nearest vets: Bakewell Veterinary Clinic, Milford Farm, Mill Street, Bakewell DE45 1DX.

(Image: Countryside Books)

The walk

1. From the old Bakewell Station car park follow the signs onto the Monsal Trail and turn left towards Hassop. The Monsal Trail is a former railway line that was closed down in the 1960s and eventually converted into a recreational route. You’re likely to encounter the odd horse and plenty of cyclists on this stretch so be aware and plan accordingly if your dog needs to be on a lead. Follow the route of this former train track, which has trees growing at either side of the embankment it’s built upon. Beyond the trees, there are houses to the left and fields to the right.

2. Pass beneath a bridge and press on along the Monsal Trail. You’ll arrive at Hassop Station just before the second railway bridge. This is a good place to stop and have a rest as there is a café here serving great food and snacks. There is also a bookshop, where you can pick up local guides. Continue along the Monsal Trail.

3. After a short stroll along the trail from Hassop, take the bridleway leading off to the left. Pass through the gate and head up the track which is great for dogs because limestone walls keep the cattle away. As you reach the brow of the hill, big views open up of the White Peak. Away to the left you can see a couple of the Peak District’s mighty ‘edges’ that are popular with climbers. Down below, the tallest buildings in the town of Bakewell poke through the trees. All around, rolling fields remind how this is an important area for dairy farming. Head through a double gate and continue along the track. When you go through the next gate, the track becomes a little more grassy. The next gate will see you start the descent into charming Bakewell.

4. After clearing another gate, the path leads you into a small wood as it continues heading down into the town. Make sure your dog is on a lead because you’ll get brought out at a road; cross over here and make your way across Holme Bridge. Note the passing places designed for people to keep out of the way of horses and contemplate the water passing beneath them.

5. Turn left when you reach the main road. Follow this road beyond the fire station and into the town. When you arrive at the centre of Bakewell, cross over towards the pedestrian area and you’ll find the Red Lion on your left. Dogs are allowed in the taproom and there is a beer garden at the rear which is dog friendly. When you’re fully refreshed, pick the road you were on and follow it through the middle of Bakewell, crossing over the river once more on another historic bridge.

6. At the far side of the river, take the first road on your right. This climbs up a hill and curls round at the top to bring you back to the former Bakewell train station and your car.

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