Day 3 – Buxton to Newbury

We started the day with bacon butties, and coffee, then tidied up and were ready to go in double quick time. Much less faff that a tent, Ying always is meticulous with cleaning and drying the tent before storing away for months or a year before the next trip. No such bother this time!

We decided that to make the day worthwhile we would visit Bakewell, home of the famous tart/pudding, then “pop over” to Dovedale on the of chance it would be quiet…

Bakewell was chocker, we hadn’t factored in the Monday market, the Bank Holiday and the end of the summer season. Social distancing was not their highest priority. However we did strike lucky and found a table for two at the Bakewell Tart Shop in town and sat down to a really delicious Steak and Kidney Pie, and Steak and Stilton Pie for Ying. Followed by Bakewell tart and pudding respectively and we were very satisfied.

Of note, this is the same Bakewell tart shop were we previously (15 yrs ago) bought and brought home a sumptuous Bakewell Tart to Newbury. The next morning we both had a sliver of tart, saving the rest til later and left for a short while (I don’t recall what to do but only 1-20 minutes). On our return there was an odd piece of tin foil on the floor and a rather satisfied but guilty looking Tiffany – and No Bakewell to be seen… Some things you don’t forget!

Subsequent to this nostalgic reunion with the Bakewell tart, we drove off to Dovedale… but what a disappointment. We should have known, it was August Bank Holiday and the place was absolutely packed with tourists (albeit the numbers of tourists were swelled by us two, but we don’t count!). We made it up to Lovers Leap but then turned back. There was very little communing with nature. In future I’d recommend a freezing cold day ideally with some sleet and freezing rain thrown in to have any chance of enjoyment. Oh well…