I miss being the oldest out of my mates from Nottingham by eight days, beaten off the top spot by Ritchie, but since this year those eight days were bifurcated almost exactly by a weekend, that was the natural time to celebrate. We headed off to Chesterfield, arriving midday Saturday and intending to spend the afternoon ambling around Chatsworth gardens.
Unfortunately our visit was curtailed by news of serious family illness so while half our party shot off to deal with that, the rest of us repaired to the Wheatsheaf in Baslow for a few comforting pints, returning to Chesterfield early evening where the party was almost completely reunited. After a surprise exchange of presents to mark the significance of the occasion we walked around the corner to one of Phil's many locals and enjoyed another couple of pints there, being very lucky to secure a table by the door before the Saturday night crowds mobbed the place. Around 9pm we took a further short walk to our chosen eaterie for the evening, the Golden Star, where we enjoyed some of the most fabulous Chinese I've had in years. Funny...the food remains clear in my memory, but I can't remember a thing we talked about at the table the whole evening. The walk home is a bit blurry too.
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