Sheffield is a city like no other. I like to think of it as a series of interconnected towns and villages, all with their own little centres of shops, pubs and cafes, each with a slightly different feel. A bit of getting lost around the disarmingly similar streets that connect them, can often reveal some gems of must-explore goodness and I, for one love it when a wrong turn leads to somewhere amazing. Like this place: Nether Edge, which I stumbled upon thanks to a friend's overly confident, yet adorably misjudged route the other day.
We started at a gorgeous little deli/cafe called Homemade, owned by some fellow West Country ladies with extremely good taste. It was divine. Beautifully soft, yet stylish decor; all duck egg blue and cream, with a wall papered with old magazine pages, giving the room tips on how to cope with rationing. I was completely overstimulated by the menu and took a good ten minutes to finally decide on an onion bagel, with emmental cheese, the most delicious ham I have ever tasted, a runny poached egg and salad in the scrummiest garlic and lemon dressing. Andy plumped for a 'bacon stack', which consisted of potato cakes, halloumi cheese, mushrooms, wilted spinach, spicy tomato chutney and, of course, bacon. We were both very pleased with ourselves indeed and grinned smugly throughout the entire meal! We even bought a slice of chocolate and pear tart to take home for pudding.
We followed breakfast with a lovely potter around the shops that were open, including a brilliant little grocer.
Andy often struggles with walls, especially those with bricked-up doorways.
A classic Sheffield view: a hill that drops away to reveal another part of the city. And trees. Lots of trees.
We found this secret little forest clearing, full of butterflies and early cow parsley.
Finally, we popped to Cocoa to buy some Easter eggs for the family and I got my sunglasses stuck in my hair!
All round, it was a wonderful morning.
I love Sheffield!