You left me in New Mills, where Mrs RM was weighing up the Pros (world class views down the Goyt Valley) and Cons (poor reviews for the Chinese takeaway).
“I could always go to Whaley Bridge for a takeaway” I offered, remembering a NCTSS 4.5 Chinese supper from 2008, which may reveal excess optimism on my part.
We haven’t sold our house yet, the sign isn’t even up, but that hasn’t stopped Mrs RM’s walking into gardens to nosey through windows, She can’t see the problem in this.
From the street, we could hear the Goyt rushing past the mill.
Unless you’re in a campervan, or it’s coming through your door,
or it’s BRAPA, the sound of rushing water from your window is a definite plus.
15 years since we visited the millenium walkway and thought “That’ll be nice when it’s finished”, the old mill is finally starting to show some life.
Then she saw the pub that would be her local if she lived here.
The Rock isn’t a Beer Guide pub, just a local. But I know a few Americans who’d love a local like this.
Handwashed and contact & trace-compliant, I observed the sort of cheery Robinson’s local that the Dark Peak excels in.
Mrs RM always expects me to get her “a Dizzy Blonde for a dizzy blonde” so she can write about casual sexism on Facebook.
Sorry. It’s Unicorn.
Only managed a sip, Mrs RM rating it highly enough. NBSS 3, I guess.
By the end she was outlining her decorating plans to a local who probably knows Quosh.
Must have been half a dozen in, half a dozen out in the garden. OK but not dazzling Saturday trade on the second Saturday of the rest of our lives.
We were won over, particularly when we saw the Donald Duck lego.
But how would Glossop compare ?