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 1813 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 paint for a project in the Mencap Garden.
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.
I once climbed the memorial, looked round at a hazy day and wondered why. Little did I realise that 20 years later the thought would give me palpitations. 🙁
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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? 😊
I haven’t actually stopped in Wirksworth for years, though we’ve been to Carsington quite a bit and the Stone Centre with the kids (about 20 years ago). 🙂
Aaah think it may have changed well a little bit by now! 😊 Cromford book shop is well worth a visit too if you’ve not already been, it’s like a shop from Harry Potter !
I have driven through Cromford many times and said “We really must stop at that bookshop some time…” 🙂
It is good to see you keeping my recorder playing friend Susan in employment. Thank you.
My pleasure. 🙂
I bet the dog was very popular indeed 😉. I hope the elbow doesn’t give you any trouble tonight.
It seems to have passed off now thanks.
That’s good!
Glad the elbow is better, and hope you get some sleep tonight. Good galleries
Thanks – after some ibruprofen and moving it about a bit it seemed to clear up. It seems fine now.
What about the Bakewell Tart? Has she retired?
She was still there, but my thoughts run more to puddings these days.
I LOVE Bakewell Pudding!
It is good – I enjoyed it.
🙂
Learned something new today. I had never heard of bakewell pudding. Sounds tasty.
It’s the traditional way of doing it, and very nice. 🙂
If ever I come to England, they will be on my list of food to try.
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.
Try this – it looks about right.
https://delishably.com/desserts/Original-Bakewell-Pudding-Recipe
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–
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. 🙁
Ah, those must be my special international psychic powers–no extra charge for them! ahaha!
As if life isn’t complicated enough… 🙂
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!
It’s a drastic way to turn off psychic powers! Hopefully everything else recovered.
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.
I hope you don’t make a habit of it!
Sad to say, it is rather a habit with me, but I hope for the best–send cheese savoury! ahaha!
It had better be well insulated. 🙂
We all need to be in the weather around here!
🙂
Oh, wow – so is pudding a custard then? That’s what I would call a sugary baked egg dessert.
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. 🙂
What I forgot to say is that a dose of anti-inflammatories and swinging it about sorted the elbow out. It’s a very minor ache now. 🙂