What a Week - Part Two

Our first full day, we were up reasonably early. After a shower and a couple of coffees, we wrapped up and made the short journey to Bakewell. We decided not to have breakfast at the pub that morning, grab something in Bakewell for brunch as we were so taken with the food at the pub that we wanted to eat there again.

I quickly Googled car parks and found one right on the edge of town, reasonably priced at £5.50 for the whole day. We parked up and walked past the River Wye, which had loads of birds, geese, ducks and those lovely black and white ones with red beaks. Mr G did tell me what they were called, but I forget now. 

Such a picturesque little village, and chock full of shops! The High Street definitely wasn't dead in Bakewell. We walked up the road, and we saw a little garden that had a British Legion Garden of Remembrance inside. There was a lovely bench in there. 

We spotted a church in the distance so we walked up the hill to see that. It was open, and we went inside for a wander around. It had a really interesting (what we thought was a) mural at the front. Upon closer inspection they were painted cutouts placed at different places to give that impression. 

We walked back down into town, and Mr G's eyes lit up as he saw his favourite - charity shops. He ended up with a couple of books and a CD. There was one shop that was awesome, it had really cool stuff inside, and it was cheap too. One of those shops that if you had a surplus few hundred quid, you could have easily spent it there, just on funky and cute bits for the house. We bought something with our anniversary money, a lovely candle holder, and the glass had been melted into the wood. 

We grabbed a dummy from a lovely little bakery and wandered around a bit more. Come one o'clock, we were walking around in circles, and so we decided to go and visit the reservoir. I checked where it was, literally only a few miles away from where we were staying, so we made the short fifteen-minute journey, parked up and started to walk. 

After a long but chilly walk, we went back to Hathersage... just as school was closing. We had to do a three-mile loop of the area but took in some wonderful scenery (and some ropey roads) and when we got back, the car park was clear again. Time for a quick pint before our shower, and this time Mr G sat in Little John's chair. 

We decided to eat earlier that night, we were absolutely famished after all our walking. The menu was very small compared to most places, and that's probably why the food is so consistently good. Some places, the menu is like the cafe in Schitts Creek (if you know, you know!) and it's too much. I decided on the fish and chips, and Mr G liked the look of the burger. 

Another awesome meal, we could feel ourselves drifting after we'd finished eating. We knew that there was a quiz at 9 o'clock, and it was only about half-past five at this point, so we decided to go up for a power hour or two, see if we could get our second wind. 

We took part in the quiz, which was good fun. We got a respectable 20 out of 30, the questions weren't ridiculously hard, as some quizzes are, think you're on bloody University Challenge or Mastermind or something. Should have been 21 but Mr G wouldn't listen to me when I said the Clifton Suspension Bridge went over the River Avon... it's not you who's half Bristolian, cocker, is it? I will bring this up during every argument for the rest of our married lives :-) 

We had a final pint of coke each, Mr G didn't want to drink what with driving the next day, and the last thing I needed was a hangover and a car journey, and then went off for our final night in bed. 

Down for breakfast first thing, we could have had all manner before our breakfast, pancakes, yogurt, cereals, croissants, but we just fancied the full English each.

Two bacon, two egg, sausage, black pudding, tomato, huge portobello mushroom and baked beans. I had mine with granary toast because I'm healthy, like...

We took a final walk into Hathersage, I needed the cashpoint, and wanted to take a few bits back from the bakery. As much as I'd missed the boys, I really didn't want to leave. Normally, I'm always glad to be going home, but I really could have done with two, three more nights here. 

A final few photographs and we were on our way. I knew it was probably the only sit down I would be getting until Sunday, because, I had a party to organise!

It was an amazing break, though. Such a lovely place. Everything about it, absolutely everything, the staff, the room, the food, the beer, even the music that played in the background. I would definitely go back here again, hopefully for longer next time, maybe save up and get a week here for our silver wedding anniversary/Mr G's 65th in five years time. After all, we still haven't had a honeymoon!