So last week with DH on a few days leave from work we decided to do just that.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love the National Trust and the places around here are particularly picturesque and provide a really good distraction for a few hours here and there. We are very very lucky to have them.
Except, there never has yet been a visit without someone moaning about something.
You know the kind of scenario I'm talking about, don't you? The kind where everyone else is having a really great time, bar one child who is moaning and grumbling. ALL. THE. TIME.
To be quite honest, with five children I'm so used to this now that my hearing has become a little selective.
This is not always a good thing, as I realised when I snapped this picture of Twin Boy half way round Hare Hill near Alderley Edge, where we had mostly been having a lovely walk (apart from his whinging).
The poor child. I should have never let him put his wellies on by himself. No wonder he was finding walking a bit tricky...