After a car journey consisting of me having a cheeky two hour nap, we arrived in Knutsford to be greeted by beautiful old fashioned buildings and small winding roads that I just wanted to explore. I don't keep it a secret that I am a city girl at heart and would love to be immersed in the busy, exciting lifestyle, but Knutsford had a certain tranquility about it that just let you stop and be in the present moment, when too often we are focusing on what hasn't happened yet.
One building that made me giggle was a Waitrose, but not just any Waitrose- it was a 'Little Waitrose.' Is it just me who finds that hilariously adorable? Yeah... i thought so too. I think it's because Waitrose is associated with being quite posh, and as Knutsford is a place where people generally seem to have a lot of money, I could just imagine someone saying 'Shall we get some lunch from Little Waitrose?'
Perhaps it was just me (again), but in every five minutes of walking I would see a middle aged couple being towed along by some incredibly large pedigree dog that was undoubtedly called something manly like Rover, Rodger or Morris. There were no dogs that looked like they had non human names/food names such as Muffin and Cookie, my two cats.
Once I had finished giggling at Little Waitrose and had an explore (in the sweet shop- hehe), we met my cousin, his wife and mother for a meal in an Italian restaurant called Piccalino's. Whilst on most occasions my favourite thing about going out for meals is eating an extortionate amount of food, it was lovely just being able to catch up with some family that I hadn't seen in a few years and hear what they have been getting up to. I always find that it's more interesting when you see people on slightly less frequent occasions as there are always more stories to be heard and everyone seems to be more appreciative of seeing each other.
But being the food lover that I am - I have to mention what I ate/gobbled. One word.... lasagne. For my main course I had my favourite meal and I was over the moon. I then had my favourite desert as when I saw cheesecake on the menu, I couldn't resist it, albeit if it had a passionfruit sauce on top of it. Surprisingly the passionfruit did not disappoint as it didn't overpower the cheesecake like some sauces/flavours can (i.e lemon *shudders*) and I sat smugly eating away whilst the adults took the sophisticated route and had some coffees before the journey home.
That Sunday was brilliant - I have to emphasise the word 'Sunday' as this time last year, my A-level work dominated my Sundays and it was rare that it would turn into a big day out, so being surrounded by family in a quaint and different environment to explore was perfect.