Mothering Sunday – A day out for Mums, Sons, Daughters and anyone inbetween…
They come in all shapes and sizes, we love them, and they can drive us mad but on this day more than any other we celebrate them all. There are a host of lovely lunches already planned for our Northants Mums, but I ask you, is there a more idyllic setting for a celebration of maternal appreciation than the rolling Northamptonshire countryside and a trip up or down the Welford road?
What? Are those green shoots I spy on the firmament of the Northamptonshire countryside? Well, yes, but let’s not rush into spring shall we? There’s plenty of time for that once we’ve dealt with frosty February, and only the hardiest species (Muddy types) know how to hand the last throes of Winter. And check out two culinary jewels associated with warmer, spicier climates at this time of year. Let’s get on with it…
Snowdrop Days, Evenley Wood Garden, Nr.
I wrote this post just before Christmas 2016 but we have at least another month of freakin’ cold weather, so this is a reminder of some lovely welcoming pubs to try out.
We asked you for your recommendations for the finest pubs to snuggle up in and you didnt let us down. I’m more of a chestnuts roasting on an open fire kind a gal, rather than jack frost nipping at my toes.
February 14th, eh? If St Valentines is more of a botheration and you’d rather spend time with someone you love – yourself, then let Muddy inspire you to do something different during a soggy February day. However if you’re planning gifts, adventures, experiences – all in the name of love then we’ve got it covered.
A cheesy love story – Seductive savoury selections
Who doesn’t love a cheesy happy ending?
Really need to do something to counteract those 8,000 mince pies? Us too. But breaking out that neglected Lycra (or in Hillary Swank’s case, that itty bitty bikini) is flippin’ hard, especially when it’s cold and dark outside and Netflix is emitting its siren call. But look people, there are ways of eassssing yourself, Muddy style, into a non-terrifying new year fitness regime. Steve Carvey, triathlete and superstar PT has some properly helpful, insightful tips for Muddy readers whether we’re gym bunnies, freeformers, or morning-dodgers (hit the snooze button, I’ll get up when I’m good and ready).
We’re nearly there, but it’s not too late to let somebody else make your Christmas truly special before we head to the big day itself. Let Northamptonshire’s finest show you a merry, heartfelt christmas.
Five centuries of Christmas, Canons Ashby, 10-18 December
It wouldn’t be Christmas without a dig into Christmas past at Canons Ashby. Be inspired by five centuries of Christmas traditions throughout the house, natural Christmas crafts, and spirit-lifting treats in the Tearoom.
Stay focused people. The Christmas klaxon may be sounding but not everything has tinsel attached – although a lot does – we can do both, hurrah.
Second Star to the Right, Royal & Derngate underground studio, 11.00am and 2pm daily, 2 December – 7 January 2017
We’re promised sprinklings of Fairy dust and a transformed Underground Studio at the Royal & Derngate as once again they create enchanting and immersive wonderland once again.
It’s Women in Sport Week don’t you know, and with the Muddy finger ever on the pulse, I got myself off my (ever growing) backside and went to learn how to play golf (The Ryder Cup has just finished too, ooooh we really are on trend ; ) ALSO, Charley Hull, fabulous golf pro, is from Kettering, so really, it all links up rather nicely.
If you Google ‘golf popular for women’, you get list after list of the ‘hottest women in golf’; not the actual benefits of golf and why it’s becoming more popular for us ladies (a rather sad indictment in this day and age really).
Fancy a weekend in a hotel with The Hoste with the most (terrible, I know, I’ve gotta work on the jokes), well this is your bag? Northamptonshire’s not known for its beaches (since we couldn’t be further from the coast line if we tried), and as a lass who grew up with muddy AND sandy stilettos, I often crave for the salty air and sand between my toes. I’ve fancied Burnham Market in North Norfolk for a while.