The White Mountains, New England

We moved East for the next leg of our trip.

Making a home in New Hampshire, a base from which to explore the somewhat mysteriously named “White Mountains”.

Staying at another sweet B’n’B, The Adair Country Inn.

Ok, so the food’s pretty terrible and getting your hands on a cup of tea is more troublesome than robbing a bank, but there’s a garden full of fallen leaves and a fireplace in every bedroom.

It certainly does the job for any Leaf Peepers passing through.

Trench cape

Black cashmere poloneck // Skinny jeans

Rain boots (similar)

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And it is exceptionally pretty when the sun shines.

We soon set off into the golden afternoon.

And made our way into The White Mountains, famous for their fall foliage.

Naturally getting distracted along the way and hopping out to explore.

 

We climbed higher and higher, snaking through golden tunnels of tumbling leaves.

As you drive along you’ll see little spots made for pulling over and marvelling at the view below.

Which is lucky, because we spent a good deal of time marvelling!

There are woods for hiking in, swimming holes and babbling brooks.

The White Mountains are quite simply a nature lover’s heaven!

We found them utterly irresistible.

Every direction you’d glance in would reveal some new incredible, postcard worthy vista.

Complete with perfect little houses!

We stopped off in a couple of towns along the way, constantly on the prowl for coffee and cinnamon rolled donuts.

Julia’s coat // Jumper

Jeans // OTK boots

We drove through the mountain range with surprising ease.

Cheesy songs on the stereo, Jules & I belted our hearts out while the boys navigated up front.

Driving through Bethlehem was something of a highlight for me.

Just look at these pretty little streets!

But the real cherry on top?

Well, that’d have to be this place…

Willey Pond.

A crystal clear pool, surrounded by towering amber hillsides.

Just the place to sit and ponder what an incredible trip we were on.