I pulled myself away from London and spent the weekend with my friend Lucy in the Peak District. After a heavily wine-fuelled catch up on the Friday night we headed up to Edale, nestled in the hills and set up camp in grumpy Mr Coopers farm. We went walking up on Kinder Scout, laughed at the sheep, then headed down to the Nag’s Head for some cool pear ciders. We ate so much food on the BBQ that I thought I would explode.
After we’d allowed dinner and beer to settle over night we mustered the energy to have a fry up at the Grindleford Cafe where I promised Lucy not to show her up by asking for a Cappucino. Then we headed up to watch the bright shiny rows of motorbikes lining the road through Matlock before heading back for a few riverside beers in Long Eaton.