Books, Blue John and Bakewell Pudding

I had a bad night last night, waking up in the early hours with a pain in the elbow. I couldn’t lie on my back and I couldn’t lie on my side, and, most irritatingly, I couldn’t work out what I’d done to cause the problem.

Eventually I dropped off, but I slept a disturbed sleep and kept dreaming about having a painful elbow. I’m not sure what this signifies in the lore of the meaning of dreams, but suspect it might mean I have a pain in the elbow.

Finally I got up and started preparing for the big day out. We had to drop a prescription off at the surgery first, then set off for Derbyshire. We’ve been a few times recently, but we like it, and we wanted to get out rather than frittering the day away. That’s what normally happens if we stay at home – a few errands here, a few chores there and suddenly the day has gone. I’m an expert at wasting time, so you can believe me on this subject.

We stopped on the way to take a few views, including the tower of the Crich Memorial.


Apart from being a memorial to the dead of the Sherwood Foresters, the hill has been the scene of Roman settlement, an Armada beacon and an 1813Β steam locomotive experiment. Today the village of Crich houses a Tramway Museum.

In the years leading up to 2002, Rolls Royce used the quarry at the back of the hill for dumping low level radioactive waste. The words “low level” aren’t much comfort in this context.

Florence Nightingale lived in the village of Lea, which is round the back of the memorial, so it’s been quite a busy place in historical terms.

Our main visit was to Bakewell, where I photographed the padlock bridge again, toured charity shops (the Air Ambulance shop is probably the pick of the bunch – much better than the one at Carsington). I bought some interesting books, which will be reviewed later and we looked at traditional Derbyshire Blue John jewellery in shop windows. It seems to be making a comeback.

I found a rotting tree stump covered in fungus near the car park, a Julia-sized jumper in the Edinburgh Woollen Mill and a Bakewell Pudding in a tea room.



Bakewell Pudding with ice cream. It didn’t need the ice cream, but they insisted.

The pudding was excellent.

I also took a few other photos, including on of a dog’s footprint in cement. I bet that was a popular dog.


Dog’s footprint, immortalised in cement at Bakewell

After that we went home, photographing a sunset on the way and buying white gloss paintΒ  for a project in the Mencap Garden.

39 thoughts on “Books, Blue John and Bakewell Pudding

  1. beatingthebounds

    Oh, I’ve visited the Crich Memorial once. A while ago now. I walked there (of course) with my brother when he lived in Belper. He moved from Belper to Zurich, they’re pretty similar, although Zurich doesn’t have the Mill Museum, or the millworkers cottages, and its a long walk from there to the Crich Memorial.

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  3. emilyshomecookedkitchen

    Lovely commentary and photos of Derbyshire I’m so lucky to live so close to all of the places you visited! True representation! Have you popped around the little back streets and Church at Wirksworth? 😊

  4. Donnalee

    Sorry about the elbow. It may be one of those ‘the elbow bone’s connected to the arm bone…’ sort of situations where there is referred pain from some part of the body that is not brave enough to speak up for itself–I hope it feels better. You have me intrigued about the pudding now. I haven’t had one, and the link to wikipedia where its origins are contested at length but no real recipe given is amusing to me. It looks good in that photo.

      1. Donnalee

        Thanks for that. Can you do me a cheese savoury sarnie? I haven’t had that since I moved out of the Uk in about 1993 and loved them–

      2. quercuscommunity

        Strangely enough I’ve just been making cheese sandwiches for tomorrow – seeded brown bread, strong cheddar cheese and smokey chilli jam. Would have used spicy shallots but we used them up last night. πŸ™

      3. Donnalee

        Really. In the old days, I was much more psychic, and after getting electrocuted I was thick as a brick, which is much more restful!

      4. Donnalee

        Yes, it was drastic, although honestly a very fun way to go, all white light and painless and all. The other results have been difficult, let’s say–I have been technically dead a time or few more– and I am hoping they get fixed up.

      5. quercuscommunity

        It’s a sort of cross between custard and cake. Bakewell Pudding is more custardy than Bakewell Tart (which is cake) but more cakey than Egg Custard. I don’t suppose that helps, but it’s the best I can do. πŸ™‚

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