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Walking in the Peaks [20140210|19:58]
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
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The three of us spent the weekend in a cottage with friends in Tideswell, Derbyshire. The cottage looked onto the grounds of the church, the "Cathedral of the Peaks".

Naturally Humuhumu and I went to explore the churchyard, and of course we met the resident cat, who appeared eerily and silently from behind a gravestone.

Shortly after these were taken, our entire party including Humuhumu (who was carried in a sling) went on what was billed as "an easy five-mile circular walk". This would have been true had a large section of the trail that meandered along a riverbank not been completely flooded. We were forced to beat a hasty retreat up a steep hillside and onto an exposed and windy ridge. To her credit, Humuhumu endured this cheerfully until we entered the fourth hour (and final mile) of the walk. And then she started crying. She cried for half an hour, which is a record for her. Food, milk and singing, all of which are usually guaranteed to put an end to tears, failed. When we finally returned to the cottage, I fed her two fairy cakes and some hot milk and was rewarded with a forgiving cuddle. Then we went to the pub for a late lunch. A large party of women sat near us asked to borrow her. They sat her in the middle of their table and cooed over her for a good twenty minutes. She smiled benevolently and held out her hands to them in turn, ratcheting the cute up to 11 for her audience.

Having thus conquered Tideswell with the power of Adorable Baby (and incidentally stuffed ourselves full of pie), we returned home to loll in front of the fire. We would have invited the cat, but she'd vanished back into the depths of the churchyard.

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[User Picture]From: alice_mccoy
2014-02-10 21:56 (UTC)
I know that place well. I lived and worked at the Youth Hostel 2 miles south of Tideswell in Miller's Dale. I hope your walk took you past Lyton Mill and The Angler's Rest :)
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2014-02-11 17:00 (UTC)
We saw some young walkers who were probably staying at the YH. :)

I don't recall the mill or the Angler's Rest, but we most certainly did slide through the mud past Cressbrook Hall and its accompanying village. Stunning place.
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[User Picture]From: anthrokeight
2014-02-11 00:43 (UTC)

(ghost cat)
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2014-02-11 17:01 (UTC)
:D :D :D

Ghost Cat was such a love. Would have happily taken her in and fed her tasty bits of roast chicken.
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[User Picture]From: cosmiccircus
2014-02-11 01:32 (UTC)
Awww, she found a kitty buddy!

What is a "fairy cake"?

Doesn't it make you nervous to let others borrow her? Or is this a British vs American thing?
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2014-02-11 17:04 (UTC)
She must give off a "cat-trained toddler" vibe that they can sense.

A fairy cake is a cupcake, except smaller. :P

It makes me a little nervous at first, but I guess it might be a British thing? Certain environments/situations seem to be generally acknowledged as pretty safe. The pub at Sunday lunchtime/a group of ladies out for a 30th birthday celebration fit that bill.
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[User Picture]From: mysterysquid
2014-02-11 10:05 (UTC)
Sounds like a great weekend. :D
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2014-02-11 17:04 (UTC)
It was fabulous. Would happily do that again.
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