Buxton. Where they make the water.

Dear God. It's June. When did that happen? That means it is now almost half way through the year. That is a thought not worth thinking.

Anyhow, today was a day off, and as the weather was smiling and I haven't been out of Manchester much this year, the fair Ally and myself headed to the charming village that is Buxton, where they have the world famous Buxton Spa (it is world famous, it says it on the website. Although Mum hadn't heard of it. Couldn't be that famous then) and the equally famous water. In saying that though, the Spa is probably famous because of the water, so maybe that's one point instead of two... oh, who cares, it's not a game anyway (but just for the record, I win).
There were trees and grass a-plenty, lots of older folk and an air of not Manchester. Brilliant. We walked for quite a time through the quaint-but-expensive-to-live-in looking streets and made our way to Pooles Cavern, where we had an informative foray into 'the most spectacular showcase cave in Britain'. Which was nice. Lots of stalactites and stalagmite's to look at. After that a bit more walking until food.
In this very pleasant town- and pleasant is the right world- we encountered one scally who, as he cycled past, shouted out "Hello. I'm very happy today." Not quite the extreme obscenities that we're used to in Manchester.
Tomorrow we travel even further- to Rusholme! (which is in Manchester, but is a whole lot more 'exotic')