First off, it’s in the Peak District. But not the busy, queue-at-the-cafe part. It’s tucked away near Hartington, which is basically the chillest village you’ve ever seen. You drive down a narrow lane, and suddenly—boom—you’re surrounded by rolling green hills and cows giving you the side-eye.
No traffic noise. No frantic energy. Just silence so loud you can hear your own brain unclench. Are you getting as relaxed as I am just thinking about it?
