Hi everyone, what an incredibly sunny day we’ve had! I’ve lived the life of a troglodyte for the past week or so – sitting hunched over the iMac or Macbook, slaving away on Dreamweaver like a man possessed, so it was nice to set foot outside the door for a change!

I was rudely awoken at the crack of 11.30am by the dustbin lorry, coming to collect the recycling. This prompted the usual mad panic. You see, I have no idea what day the rubbish gets collected. Other people seem to know and leave their’s out, but I always have to go through this performance of running downstairs with my trousers half on, throwing a coat over my bare chest and then dragging the bin through the alleyway and round to the front of the house  with my shoes only half on before the bin men turn off the end of the road. It’s all a bit like some bizarre round of ‘It’s a Knockout’ and I swear that I can hear Stuart Hall laughing like a loon as I go through this wacky ritual every fortnight. Luckily I made it this week – good job as I missed it last time and the thing was overflowing.

Oops – got sidetracked!

So Tamar and I decided to head to the Peak District and have a pub lunch and a bit of a wander. Our first stop was ‘The Millstone’ in Hathersage, where I had my heart set on ordering their famous meat and potato pie.

The Millstone, Hathersage

It had been a long time and I wasn’t sure it would be as good as I remembered, but it was quite amazing.

The crushing disappointment was that the place no longer has Henderson’s Relish on the tables! sacrilege! For anyone not familiar with Hendersons, it’s a condiment made in Sheffield. It’s best described as being ‘almost but not quite totally unlike Worcester Sauce’, to paraphrase the late Douglas Adams.

Lack of Hendersons aside, the meal was great, then it was off for a gander at Little John’s Grave  – don’t ever say Kimmo doesn’t know how to show a girl a good time!

I thought it would be nice to have a trip to Castleton – they have some gorgeous countryside and a cave called ‘The Devil’s Arse’. Tamar likes pretty villages and I like rude words, so it was the perfect choice.

Ok – time for a cheese toastie with Henderson’s Relish! mmmmmmm

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