A cold day in Derbyshire. But there were hot things at the Christmas markets in the grounds of Chatsworth House – wild boar sausages and fancy coffees could be found among the many stalls of middle-class bits and pieces. The grounds were vast, too big to cover in a gallery. I was amazed the most by the kitchen gardens, which put many an allotment to shame. There was just under three acres of raised beds, victorian greenhouses and hidden orchards, so I’ll have to go back to see the place in mid-summer.