And so to the Thursday morning, and the long journey home to Waterbeach, via Dereham. Via lots of food stops.
Starting with sour dough and creamed mushrooms round the corner from the Queen’s Head at Dubbin Gud Food, about as artisanal as Buxton gets.
Apart from the Discount Store, of course.
The journey home looks terrifying when you write it down.
Yes, we stopped in Hartington for the famous cheese shop. Big chunk of Peatland White.
No crusty bread, though.
The village store had all your useful essentials if you couldn’t make the weekly bus to Buxton.
We did a pretend walk as well, so I could tell Mrs RM I’d been walking in the Peaks.
We both like Wirksworth, even if the pub with Bass (and Bathams) is never open when either of us are there.
But Wirksworth had shops, and a GBG tick, almost my last in Derbyshire for the year.
As you’ll see, Charles isn’t going in though.
Due to “unforeseen circumstances“, the Feather Star couldn’t open at noon. “Come back in half an hour“. Grumble grumble.
The bakers in town had closed, the nice café Charles had used before was shut for the Easter Holidays “What !”, and we had to trundle back to the Co-Op for bread. The crumbs are still turning up in my Aygo.
Twenty minutes here gives you a sense of the relaxed feel of the town.
Neither of us actually believed the Feather would be opened when we returned at 12.32, but it was,
and of course there was already a couple of Old Boys in.
“Anyone seen Trevor ?”
“Think he had to go to hospital urgent”
At that moment, in walks Trevor and orders his pint.
“That was a miracle recovery, Trevor”
It was clearly going to take more than a trip to A&E to keep him from his lunchtime session and his pork pie.
That was typical of a stunning pubby atmosphere, a real companion piece to Monk Buxton.
We could have ate our bread and cheese in here and not made a mess in my car, it seems.
The landlady was astonishing, and BRAPA can’t get here soon enough. Cheery, irreverent, fastidious about her beer, in fact everything you want in a pub.
Shiny beers form Shiny Brewery that Charles thought the best of the trip, and a Wiper & True Milk Stout that was a bit of a revelation.
As was the upstairs record shop, a little treasure trove of vinyl joy.
And if that’s not enough, some sound advice in the Gents.
A wonderful end to the Buxton trip, though I somehow forgot to buy that Fonz LP when I left.