A couple of weekends ago, at the first sign of sunshine in decades, we picked up our national trust cards, packed a picnic, and drove over to Hare Hill. It’s situated in Cheshire, close to Alderley Edge, aka. footballer central. I’m pleased to report there were no WAGS, orange tans or Prada rucksacks to be seen. Instead, we got to meander along quiet woodland paths overhanging with rhododendron bushes, spot some hares, eat our picnic followed by an afternoon snooze under a warm blue sky in the walled garden, and walk across grazing parkland to the lake with views to the sprawling city beyond. It was absolute heaven!