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Bakewell (Home of the Tart)

Not wanting to waste the lovely hot weather, Cameron and I went for a day trip to the Peak District yesterday, deciding on Bakewell. I’d been there a couple of years ago with Vicky and it was really nice, so worth a re-visit. All the way there, it looked quite miserable outside, cloudy and occasional rain. But the temperature on my car still said 22 degrees, so we had the air-con on quite cold. Getting out of the car in Bakewell was like walking into a sauna, it was so humid! Not that we should complain, at least it’s not torrential rain and thunder storms like a couple of weeks ago. Typical English, complaining about the weather.

We had a picnic and a walk around the town, finished off with an ice cream in the park. Then a meandering drive home followed by a yummy sunday carvery to wind up the day. I definitely hope the sunny weather lasts for a few more weeks, although less humidity would be nice. We are going to see my Uncle in Bristol next weekend for the bank holiday. It’ll be Cameron’s first time visiting so it should be good fun! And Cameron is on my car insurance now, so I’m looking forward to being chauffeured around. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of pictures when I get back, but in the meantime, here’s some pictures of sunny Bakewell (and not a tart in sight*).


*For my American followers, a bakewell tart is not a culinarily talented yet inappropriately dressed lady, but an almond flavoured dessert originating in the aforementioned lovely Derbyshire village of Bakewell:

bakewell-tart

Comments:

  1. hahaha. i love your explanation of a bakewell tart. and as an american, i appreciated it because i have never heard of those before. but i definitely want one now!

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