Our Caravan Club campsite near Buxton. There is a lovely walk from the campsite….
Via Solomon’s Temple…..
Into Buxton, which turns out to be a lovely place.
Another of Colin’s “straight” shots.
Must have been quite a place in its heyday.
A converted milk float. Re-cycling in action!
They really look after their gardens! This is a spa building, as in Buxton Spa, now a college campus.
Bakewell’s second most famous tourist attraction. We had already tried the tart, on a previous visit.
Our view as we ate our sandwiches.
We then went on to Matlock, which was so busy we couldn’t park, and then to find a stone circle, where a herd of young cows frightened us out of the field. Funny, when we try to photograph cows, they usually run away, but this lot started walking towards us. We didn’t argue, they were bigger than us, and we were very glad of a handy farm gate to climb over.
We are now back in Yorkshire, and will be here until 1st September, when we are off to Scotland. Let’s hope the weather is kinder than it was on our last trip, when we made a quick dash for the Dordogne! We are taking our passports, just in case.
Been to Bakewell too and had a tart. Your weather was much better than ours. It rained a lot when we were in Bakewell. I vaguely remember looking at the weir through the rain. It was very gloomy. Nice to see it in the sunshine.
I love Bakewell bit not so keen on the traditional tart. Great photos and it looks like you had nice weather too.
I don’t really have anything to say but feel obliged to leave a comment after speaking to you last night. When we got back from dinner, Harvey had stolen a huge vienna loaf of garlic bread off the kitchen bench, got through the plastic and tin foil and eaten the whole lot. You should have seen his face! He knew he was in trouble and kept trying to hide in the study!
We’re off to Cambridge today to go and kayak down a river to see some glow worms!
Bakewell looks lovely.
I wish we could know the doggy thought process. At what point do they remember they are going to be in trouble?
I suppose it’s a bit like when you are on a diet and there is something delicious begging to be eaten – you know you’ll be sorry but you eat it anyway!
But if he didn’t eat the bread, would he feel virtuous?