My Mum, daughter and I had a bright idea at the weekend.
'Let's go to Eyam'.
Seems like a good idea. It's not too far from where we live and is, of course, riddled with history - if you have a hankering to hang out where people died of The Plague, that is.
Trouble is, we picked the most awful day of the week to do it. We must have managed all of an hour of walking before the rain came.
Not to be put off, we decided to take the scenic route home. However, scenic turned out to be epic!! I have now seen Mam Tor from every angle - including the top! We went from gazing up at the top of the hills and saying, 'Is that snow up there', to looking down on it and saying, 'aye, that would be snow'.
We stopped off at Chatsworth on the way home so my daughter and I could play at being Elizabeth Bennett breathlessly hoping to catch a glimpse of Mr Darcy at Pemberley. I think my mother has the photograph of us clinging to each other on the top of the bridge with an inside-out umbrella!!!
However, it might have been a long trip, and a roundabout one, but it was still a great day out and I now know that if I ever get The Plague, all I have to do is pluck a pigeon's butt, sit it on the buboe and I'll live.
The things you learn.
Meanwhile, I shall spend the next two days next to the radiator wrestling with Macbeth and looking up cures for hypothermia.
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02/04/08 @ 20:53