Cute cute cute

We've spent the last few days driving through the dales of Derbyshire, strolling through quaint villages and checking out the local pubs. I can't help but feel like I've been transported into the opening sequence of Lord of the Rings where Gandalf rides into Hobbiton (that is quite possibly the nerdiest thing I've ever said). It's just that picturesque. I find myself overusing the word "cute." It's the perfect adjective to describe the sites and sounds of the region and I use it in every sentence despite it being rather annoying. "Look at that cute cabbage patch covered in snow" or "look at that cute shetland pony grazing behind that stone church" or "look at that cute little door decorated with fresh berries" or "the label was just too cute (see previous post)."