Bake

Our last day in the Peak District and what to do. We can't just head straight back to the motorway and come home - that would be a waste, and so we decide to head along the road to Bakewell - only a little way from the Peacock. Having driven through it a few times already, we'd seen that it could get pretty busy, and so we were a little alarmed to hear when checking out from the hotel that Monday was market day.

Still, undeterred, we stuck with the plan, but knew that the right thing to do would be to dive off to the right into the first car park (the one for the agricultural bit of the market, over the cattle grid with the farmers and their trailers). This worked a treat and we were able to park without a problem, and on the right side of town for a swift exit afterwards, and could follow the crowds for the short walk into town. Bakewell itself was worthy of a wander, not that we went in many places (sadly the antiquarian bookshop was closed on a Monday) and our main stop was at the cafe in the antique centre - found after a brief search based on the fact that it was the number one recommendation on Trip Adviser - for coffee and brunch - we'd had too long a lay in for hotel breakfast!

Fed and watered, we meandered back to the car and embarked on the journey home. We didn't stop in the popular-looking official Bakewell tart and pie shop as Nicky had already ordered some on-line for home delivery!