The first day of half term - Little Sis was out visiting so Mr K and I decided on a day trip to an old haunt of ours. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and the scenery was glorious as we travelled along the moorlands road to Leek.
And this is where it struck.
Look all around
Up in the air
Or on the ground
Come for a walk
Come for a ride
There's so much to see
So coooome ouuut siiiiiiide!
(Thank you Aunty Mabel and Pippin for ingraining that into my subconscious for ever more)
On with the day.
Wherever you look in Leek there are reminders of it's affluent past.
Intricate pillars guarding an entrance
The peeling facade of number nineteen.
And large ornamental porticos.
There are the traditional black and white walls.
And the wonderful Butter Market (sadly closed on Mondays)
One of my favourite buildings is a shop. At first glance it would be easy to miss - a strange assortment of bird seed, bunched carrots and garden statuary.
But if you look up and under the green canopy you can't help but be curious.
Further on there is more of an indication of what is to come.
And inside there is a long winding shop that seems to stock - well just about anything edible.
The nets of fruit rub along quite nicely next to the bright confectionery packaging.
Tins and jars of exotic foodstuffs furnish shelves clad in split logs (!)
More onions than you can shake a stick at.
And eggs from hens, ducks and quail.
Of course any day out requires sustenance of some sort - which is where this place comes in.
Let's just check out the window.
Yup - that will do nicely.
Inside I had a cup of some of the nicest home made vegetable soup I think I have ever tasted (and I've tasted a lot of soups)
And sat among shelves of delicious home made preserves, cakes and pastries.
Armed with a package of runniest brie, Kendal mint cake (for the nostalgic touch) and some Rocky Road for Little Sis, we made our leave . A quick trawl around the obligatory charity shops topped off a really lovely day.
On our return journey I reflected how lucky we were. It must be twenty odd years ago since we first visited Leek. Since then we have had children, moved around, held down jobs and (arguably) grown up! Yet I enjoyed my day with Mr K just as much as I did then. We're both slightly tubbier, slightly greyer and definitely more wrinkly but underneath we are still the same people.
Do you have any old haunts?