In Praise of Brunch

Brunch is my favourite meal of the day.  It only comes out on high days and holidays and is always delicious and decadent.  I have just been away on a gorgeous, relaxing four-day break with Jules where we proved ourselves to be an unbeatable team in the kitchen and had some wonderful brunches (along with some pretty good lunches, dinners and puddings too!). 

Brunch no. 1 was a classic English breakfast.  I did the scrambled eggs, while Jules did the difficult bits!

It fuelled a gorgeous day-walk - we did about twelve miles.

About two minutes after this photo was taken, a deer ran across the track...breathtaking.

When we finally arrived back at the cafe near the cabins well after dark, sated on the sunset, tired cold and hungry, we stopped for a very welcome hot chocolate.  The waiter put a cheeky splash of Courvoisier in mine and a flake in Jules's! 

The next morning we felt that we more than deserved pancakes and maple syrup.  I made a very good - although I say it myself as shouldn't - batter and Jules cooked it to little fluffy circles of perfection (those who read this blog regularly will remember my attempt at pancakes some months ago that turned out like doughnuts - Jules very kindly gave me a masterclass in pancake cooking!). 

We basked in delicious sunshine to enjoy our pancakes.

The only thing that was missing was coffee...

...phew!

Our pancakes fuelled a gorgeous day of relaxation.  We lounged...

 

...I went for a run...

...we went in the hot tub (we went in after our walk the previous night too)...

...we played Scrabble...

...we singgered a lot...

...we watched the sun going down...

...it was a day of pure bliss.  We loved our time in the forest, and can't wait until our next self-catering vegging holiday.  And, even better, we still had a night in Harrogate to come...to be continued!