Wimpole Estate & Farm at Easter

Spring has well and truly sprung at Wimpole Estate and Farm, we spent the day there on the Easter Monday, the house was all done up with Easter eggs, lambs and goats were gambolling and the daffodils were turning their faces to the sun.

I love a National Trust bookshop, they're just so cheap! I didn't see anything I fancied this visit, but there is quite a large selection of fiction and non-fiction at Wimpole.

By the way my photos from the library can be found here.

The first thing we did was go to the restaurant,  I had the beetroot and goats cheese salad. It was tasty, but not very filling so I had a packet of crisps as well. We also got some fudge to share from the fudge shop, it is sooooo good. We went for chocolate orange and vanilla. Out of the two I think vanilla just grabbed the top spot, it tasted like icing sugar.

 This celling is one of the most impressive aspects of Wimpole architecture, and handedly they have some cushions on the floor so you can have a lie down and appreciate it properely.

The Easter eggs on the table were huge, they also had Easter baskets made from marzipan, sugar mice and sugar almonds. We asked the rooms guides, and rather meanly they don't get to eat any of the sweets at the end of the day, though in fairness they might be a little unhygienic by then.

True fact:  pineapples were incredibly expensive, and therefore a sign of status and wealth. Families would sometimes hire pineapples for special occasions if they could afford their own.

One of the main bedrooms, personally I think it's pretty ugly and that canopy would just collect dust.

I always find the servants quarters the most interesting, the housekeeper rooms were surprisingly nice and the footman's bedroom had a few of the gardens. 

There is an extra fee to go to the farm (including for National Trust Members) at lambing time, or if you have young children it's worth the price.

There was a goat that had only been born for days ago, and it was so small and cute, it would have fit in palms of my hands. In the fields there were also plenty of lambs that had quite mastered the art of walking, and their leaping and gambolling was entertaining.

If you want to see photos from the first time I visited Wimpole see here  and here