– Bobby
For my birthday in March this year, we had an exciting trip to Copenhagen planned. However, due to a complicated passport renewal and what now feels like regularly scheduled Royal Mail chaos, it was not meant to be. After my fourth early-morning visit to the postal depot on the day we were meant to fly, with still no sign of my new passport, we finally accepted that it wasn’t going to happen.
So, we quickly rescheduled what we could and made an alternative plan to stay closer to home and visit somewhere I had always dreamt of – Chatsworth Estate. My teenage Pride & Prejudice (2004 version!) fantasies were finally coming true, and we hopped in the car in the hope of tracking down Mr Darcy somewhere among the “shades of Pemberley.”
The hotel
Whilst en route north, I browsed through the impressive Chatsworth Escapes website, showcasing their fabulously designed inns, cottages and shepherd’s huts. We settled on the Cavendish Hotel as the perfect place to celebrate turning 31 and upon arrival, we were delighted to discover our room had been upgraded. We quickly settled into a charming space with a picturesque window, framing the hills of the Peak District perfectly.
The playful floral wallpaper made the large room feel cosy without being overwhelming, and two armchairs looked as though they had always belonged there, inviting us to curl up with a book or simply relax and take in the surroundings.
Our first call, however, was to head down to the bar to sample some local beers alongside a game of Monopoly Deal. Then we returned to the room to do what only seemed fitting… watch the first few episodes of The Other Bennet Sister from the ginormous, cloud-like bed.
Dinner was booked in The Garden Room, where we enjoyed a delicious meal in the picturesque, greenhouse-style restaurant and I was surprised with some pre-ordered Champagne from my parents for a birthday toast.
The main adventure begins
The next morning, after breakfast, we embarked on the short drive through the estate to the main event of the trip, Chatsworth House. This was a true bucket-list day for me and the moment the grand façade appeared in the valley, with the golden motto “Cavendo Tutus” (meaning “safe through caution”) illuminated by the sun, I knew the fantasy had lived up to every expectation. Crossing the iconic Paine’s Bridge as we approached the house added to the magic. I could immediately picture Keira Knightly ambling across the lawns and fleeing down the immense outdoor staircase.
We had booked onto the Personal House and Garden Tour to make the most of our visit, and it was absolutely worth it. Our guide, the fabulous Kath, made sure we didn’t miss any of the history or Cavendish family lore.
The house
We learned about the evolution of the different wings of the house with each new generation, how ties to politics, monarchy and religion inspired the ceilings in the Painted Hall – and I low-key kept an eye out for Matthew Macfadyen’s marble bust in the Sculpture Gallery.
We feasted our eyes on a Rembrandt painting and stood in a dining room, designed for royalty, all before stopping off at the courtyard café hut for lunch.
The views
My favourite moment of the trip was ascending up to The Belvedere (which almost didn’t happen due to the winds). This was one of those details in the small print I had overlooked, and as Kath led us through the back hallways of the house and up a winding spiral staircase, I wondered where on earth we could possibly be heading.
We emerged onto the roof to a view that immediately took our breath away. I couldn’t quite believe we were walking on the roof of Chatsworth House, where the Georgians once slipped away mid-ball to escape the dancing, gossip about who was who, and drink Champagne. And now we were standing in their footsteps, admiring the idyllic views… WOW.
In that moment I was incredibly glad we had paid a little extra for the guided tour. It was worth every penny to be in this moment taking in the landscape and sheer scale of the building.
The gardens
We then hopped into the golf buggy and, with Kath comfortably behind the wheel, explored the iconic Paxton gardens. We had time to admire the now-mature landscape he envisioned but never got to enjoy himself. A true visionary, knowing that hundreds of years later, his efforts would still be paying off.
We ducked in and out of rockeries, sat lakeside to admire the view of the house, and went in search of what Queen Victoria coined “the spitting tree.” The spring sunshine was determined to break through, and by this point we barely noticed the wind with the provided blankets keeping us warm.
As we drove home, windswept, content, and chatting about everything we had seen, I couldn’t help but feel that the trip had turned out exactly as it was meant to. Copenhagen can wait, but this unexpected birthday staycation gave us something just as memorable – a weekend of history and art, beautiful English countryside, indulgent comforts, and the chance to finally step inside a place I had idealised for years. Sometimes the best adventures are the ones you never planned.
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