Jodrell Bank, Bakewell and Poole's Cavern
What a weekend! On Saturday morning I woke at the crack of dawn to make the long journey to Buxton for a weekend away with Nate and his family. He had loads of things planned for us, so after picking me up from the station we headed straight off to activity number one...
The huge radio telescope looked very nice alongside the spring daffodils.
It was really nice to have someone take me to a nerdy space-related place, since in the past it's always been me dragging people to the Greenwich to visit the observatory and the planetarium. Here's me, looking happy:
(I didn't take that, obviously.)
After that we had lunch in a nice country pub. I had pie. I always have pie when we go up north for some reason.
Then I was taken on a tour of Bakewell, where the famous tarts are made.
This is The Old Original Bakewell Pudding Shop, which dates back to 1860.
It took me a while to get a half decent picture of it because some idiot parked his bright blue Volkswagen in front of it.
Obviously, we bought one of these:
After seeing the fish and chip shop where Nate worked when he was 14, we went to the river to look at all the locks on the Weir Bridge.
We didn't add one of our own. Maybe next time :)
I saw a nice old bike parked outside a nice old shop. There are lots of nice old things in Bakewell.
That evening we all watched a home movie made by Nate, whilst I ate my Bakewell tart.
The next day we went to Poole's Cavern in Buxton. It was really dark so not many of my photos came out very well.
This stalactite is a hundred thousand years old. The Victorians broke the end off by throwing rocks at it. Silly Victorians.
These stalagmites and stalactites are very young in comparison - about four hundred years - but there was even one on the handrail which was just twenty years old.
This is looking up. The rock on the right looks like a waterfall, as water falls over the edge and solidifies.
At the bottom the water deposits calcite, which forms this big, white sparkly Henry Moore-like formation.
After the cavern we were going to go to the Chatsworth Estate and walk the dog, but it was pouring with rain so we just popped into the farm shop before heading to the train station. We ended our weekend by watching five back-to-back episodes of Coronation Street on the train. I don't have a photo of that, obviously, but it was very rock and roll, I promise.