Since finding the dead body in the river Dove, the week has been subdued. Computer technology assured us that Bakewell would have sunny spells and so on Wednesday we headed East for lunch planning to stop when the car wipers stopped. Faster and faster she drove; Buxton, Bakewell, Matlock, Mansfield, Kings Lynn - we've been everywhere man! Turn again Whittington, you have been out-rained. We returned through the precipitation for lunch at the The Grouse and Claret in Rowsley and then to Bakewell for a tart. The tart was followed by an impromptu purchase of jeans and dress for wearing in St Tropez - picture to follow when next the sun shines.
You must visit Chester! We did and were not disappointed. Chester races are next week and so Kerry was pursuaded to buy a share in a promising thoroughbred - see picture. Chester, like York, dates back to Roman times, has city walls and impressive buildings, but surprisingly also has very trendy shopping. Accordingly we wandered through the open Malls and visited five museums and a dress shop. [there is something not quite right about that last sentence].
Kerry's personal influence with the owner of Gawsworth Hall paid dividends. She sweet talked her way into the fully-sold-out last concert of the year, and we ended the week with a great evening of ABBA. Preceding ABBA we had lunch in a very pleasant and relaxing wine bar in Alderley Edge. Quoting the famous Melbourne socialite, Megan Walton, we had Rissotto "to die for". Again, I was instantly recognised as a famous Australian soccer coach, signed a few autographs and received first class service. Kerry mistakenly went to the gents toilet and came back with the story that two blokes were in the "Ladies" hanging up a notice advertising disk jockeys for Barmitsva's. A most plausible explanation.
SHOPPING IN CHESTER
SPERERO II
WATERLOO
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