Back in the saddle

What's that? Almost a month since my last post? Umm...yeah. Sorry. There's no one reason. It's a combination of things, the main one being a slight change in our daily routine which means I rarely have any computer time in the early evenings or before retiring for the night.

That small change meant something had to give, and for the last four weeks the loser has been this blog.

On top of that, we've had Nikki's Mum & step-Dad here for a week (they left on Saturday but owing to a slightly foggy Heathrow didn't fly home until yesterday), which always means more pub time :o)

It's a little disingenuous of me to use their visit as an excuse - if anything I had *more* computer time last week than usual - but for some reason a lot less enthusiasm for blogging. The time off work was welcome though, and we spent a very pleasant day in Bakewell, driving over the Cat & Fiddle around midday and arriving to find it was market day there (Monday last).

The market provided many opportunities for "arty" photos such as this study of the cotton reels on a haberdashery stall. I took a couple of the obligatory apple shots too. We had a very nice lunch in one of the town centre pubs, and checked out all the local shops while Neil whiled away the afternoon enjoying the hospitality of Mr. W. Hill. Bakewell's one of those places we've driven through many times over the years but never stopped for a really good look. And no, we didn't buy a tart.

Took the Cat & Fiddle road back home too, but by this time the weather was closing in and the views weren't quite as spectacular. We did stop off for a pint at the pub though and very refreshing it was. I did wonder whether they suffer much trouble at that location. The winding road and superb views both attract a lot of bikers and walkers to the area, but that doesn't necessarily explain the need to have a sign behind the bar saying "Be Nice Or Leave." :o(

It was virtually deserted while we were there though - just a lone biker enjoying an early tea and an elderly couple of walkers - so we managed to avoid getting beaten up. Just.