Overheard in Chatsworth House Farm Shop, which is very expensive:
Husband, as wife grabs a basket: "You won't be needing a basket, love."
Overheard in Hobb's Tea Shop on the Monsal Trail as Hay steps outside while the Chairman returns from the loo:
Shop Owner: "Your wife's done a runner."
Chairman: "That's the 3rd wife that's done that to me."
Shop Owner: "You'll have to let me know your secret."
Overheard in Bakewell:
Chairman: Shall we go to Ashford under Water next?
Hay: "I think you'll find it's Ashford in the Water."
Chairman: "Sounds wet either way."
Never been to the Peak District despite having been brought up under two hours from it. Well worth the visit. Somewhat like the North Yorkshire Dales, but not quite as bleak.
Hay wanted to jump into the River Wye, but hadn't brought her swimming gear. Next time - possibly in December or January...
At the Chatsworth House Christmas Market, there was a preponderance of stalls flogging flavoured gin and jumping on the gin bandwagon. To my mind, that's akin to those cheeses with bits of fruit or herbs in them - a bloody heresy.
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