Earwigging

Do you?

If, like me, you are nosey you will listen in to other people's conversations. In fact it can be the main source of entertainment when in a restaurant or a pub. I love it. So does Mrs AWB.

Today we ventured down to the Peak District for the first time this year. We love it there and now tend to visit a number of regular spots, mostly in the Dark Peak.

After visiting the Chatsworth Farm Shop we went to our favourite pub in the area, The Plough.

If you read the reviews you'll get a mixed picture. All I can say is that we love it. The landlord is a combination of the best kind of landlord, a maitre de and your favourite uncle. In all the years we've been there we've never been disappointed.

Today we sat near the fire. You can see it in the website; a little corner to the left of the main fire.

And that's where the fun was. Our neighbours were middle aged; I guess a little older than us and friendly too.

But, oh boy, was he out to impress her. I got the impression it was a 'new' relationship. He pontificated. He did like the sound of his own voice and ranged through what kind of holiday he liked by laying down 'The rules of holidaying' to how much money his associates in business made; a lot. She sat on the edge of her seat, mostly in silence. It seemed so odd for people of that age. They hadn't progressed beyond their teens.

Perhaps that's why they were 'starting again'.

After getting bored with them we moved our ears towards some new visitors.

Ancient perms. Have you noticed how the older and more crinkly women get the more perfect their hair becomes. Sort of like pale raisins with plastic wigs glued on top. When they talked they mentioned a 90th birthday. I think that was for the youngest and sprightliest of the three.

They took ages to get seated. It always strikes me as strange that as we get older time travels ever faster and we, as individuals get ever slower.

I wonder what it must be like to so old as to be virtually unable to move and yet feel time moving so fast.

Enough of such meanderings.

We finished our visit with a walk along the Derwent Reservoir


Some of my photos;



A view near the start












Trees marching down en masse to the resevoir.







A view back up from where we had started from.











And finally, there is a photo of me. A nice one too but I decided not to inflict it upon you. I mean, you can have too much of a good thing.