Tuesday August 1st
We got up, really looking forward to the breakfast. We have had some very nice Full English breakfasts in the past, so our hopes were high. Which made what we ended up with evn more disappointing. It included a plate of beanswith a small sausage, fried egg and two rashers of bacon placed around the side. And the tomato wasnt even a real tomato, but more of a splodge of tinned tomato stuff. I have created a dpeiction of the breakfast using a montage. We thought it was a bit bad trying to make a plate look full by filling it with beans.

With that disappointment under our belt, and recalling the drunken yobs the night before and the less than welcoming hostess and realising that we have another four days of this, we decided to cut our stay short. We needed to be in town for Wednesday night (The Ghost Walk) but after that we didnt need to be in town at all. So we told the B&B woman that we were going to leave on Thursdy Morning (instead of Saturday) and head further into the Peaks for the last two nights.

We visited Bolsover Castle- which was lovely. The inner house has some wonderfully painted rooms- and then headed towards Buxton. We stopped off at Bakewell for the tarts- (but apparently they only work at night). We decided it would be nice to stop for a cup of tea in Bakewell, and thought that paying caar parking for 1 hr would be plenty of time. The Car Park had a ticketing machine which I had not seen before- you had to type in you car registration! I suppose it is to stop people transferring it across to other cars.
We found a nice tea shop, ordered our Coronation Chicken sandwiches and waited. And we waited. And we Waited. For fifty minutes. Then our sandwiches came. What were they doing? wating for the Archbishop to arrive to personally crown the chicken himself? It's a shame we had to wolf the Sarnies down, because we were running out of car park time.

Then it was off to Buxton and Pooles Cavern, a lovely natural cavern untouched by human hands. How can you not be impressed by a sight like this?

I know my OH was impressed. She kept looking at it longingly and sighing.
On our way back we passed a place called Matlock which had a cable car. "We're coming back to that" we both said. And we did- but more of that another time.
Back in our room and we settled down for a quiet evening and looking forward to another wonderful breakfast

And here is another photo of me in Pooles cavern