Breakfast at The Pitcher Inn is a marvellous affair.
You start with tea on the terrace and then move inside for a veritable feast.
The menu changes every day. My personal favourite involved ricotta hotcakes with lemon sauce.
I know. Take me back!
Just the thing for another day of exploring Wonderland.
This time we headed to Stowe, with a few pit stops along the way.
We drove onto Smuggler’s Notch and up to the to top of the hill to look out.
Though funnily enough, my favourite view of the trip came from the bottom of the hill…
A never ending tunnel of trees leading right up to the top.
Every colour of New England’s legendary fall blending into one.
The drive through is really quite something, too.
On our way down into Stowe we pulled over for a leg stretch.
Country walks don’t get much more picturesque!
I bought these boots years ago to keep my toes dry in the London rain, and I still adore them.
They look like regular city boots, but are in fact very comfortable wellies. They’re from Mulberry (who don’t sell them anymore since going “edgy” but I’ll pop some similar options below).
After all, who can resist a good paddle?
Or a good babble, as the case may be?
We continued on our way, in no particular rush.
Stopping to admire the view and breathe in the crisp autumn sunshine.
In Vermont we were known as “Leaf Peepers”, people who travel in just to see the changing foliage.
They were utterly flabbergasted that I’d travel from London to celebrate the season… but I know you understand.
Just look at this place.
Every single stop quite simply took our breath away.
Stowe was no exception.
A sleepy little town, with just one or two streets, filled with painted wooden houses and a jumble of shops.
I’d love to visit again in the snow! In winter the area turns into a ski resort, which must be pretty incredible.
Americans take such pleasure in seasonal decorating.
We didn’t see a single porch left unadorned.
If only we were quite as dedicated back home, though I have a feeling that pumpkins on my porch might not stay there very long!
Stowe is well worth popping into if you find yourself in the area.
The shops are filled with homeware, nibbles and gifts.
You have to try the local cheese, cider and donuts.
They’re very proud of all of them and it’s certainly no hardship giving them a go!
Stop into The Whip for fish ‘n’ chips.
And snooze it off in the sunshine.
Black Top has all sorts of imaginative coffee choices…
So be sure to take one for the road.
Which is just what we did!
Hopping back into our big American car, home to our Inn.
Passing through the most magnificent landscapes as we went.
Home at last, we lit the fire and ordered a couple baskets of s’mores.
It wasn’t long before were were joined by two little visitors…
A we toasted the night away!
^ Julia likes hers “well done” (which is the understatement of the century).
We kept going until we’d run out of marshmallows and champagne (quite the combination, I thoroughly recommend it!)
Before all tumbling into bed, rosy cheeked, utterly exhausted and very happy indeed.