Grindleford

What is Grindleford anyway? It doesn’t sound like something you can eat, so it can’t be that interesting.

Desperate for some days off I took a very long weekend break, Wednesday to Sunday, and spent some of it in Bakewell, Derbyshire. Now that is something you can eat… Bakewell, not Derbyshire. The local delicacy is Bakewell Pudding (yes they are puddings not tarts) and the locals call them simply Bakewells. Here is a lady with a couple of Bakewells.

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The plan was to set off early-ish from the Bakewell B&B so as to reach the Derwent Reservoirs (not to be confused with Derwent Water), and walk around them before dark. Something happened on the way though, and Grindleford was where it all went wrong. It looks a bit tame in this picture but the chaos on the hills as people fought with inadequate traction was something to see.

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I have never been stuck in the snow before, but then I have never owned an Audi A3 before. Pathetic! Possibly, in reverse, it might have got me out, but forwards it was pathetic. Something to do with the odd gearing perhaps? Crap driver.. perhaps.

But it was lovely! Having abandoned the plan, and the car, in favour of a walk of six or eight miles back to Bakewell it was lovely to just enjoy the snow, and take some pictures…

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Needless to say, by the time I was back in Bakewell the roads were passable. I thought about walking back and then I thought about getting a taxi.

 

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