Started the day with a walk down to Doveridge. I love the way you can suddenly go from a secluded glade like this, to a bridge across the A50...
Word-processing has been a boon in many ways, but it's reduced the variety of folk typography surrounding village fetes.
For some reason the timely addition of this 'this' really made me smile.
Sometimes the most effective ad is a simple comparison. The ice-cream wars are live in Dovedale.
Stepping stones are endless, magical fun. Especially when there's no-one else around.
Ice-cream's good too.
And down-below the Manifold Tea Rooms, with a view of the river, there's a strange stone bench and table thing where we paused for photos. Arthur took the one of me and Anne. Rather good I thought.
Then Anne and Arthur headed back to London and I met up with Gary and Toby in Nottingham, bringing them back to the chippy in Ashbourne.
Pukka pies were an important part of my childhood. I fondly remember their open/closed sign that said 'Closed - even for pukka pies' implying that there were some occasions when they were closed, except for pukka pies. Which seems unlikely.
we used to call them puker pies in our household.
not sure why. we loved 'em (and still do).
mmmm. pie.
Posted by: funkypanacke | June 24, 2004 at 04:05 PM