Having a coffee on a high street in the Peak District is a simple pleasure, yet nothing about getting here was. Yet in this quiet moment of indulgence, it's nothing other than simple.
The burst tyre, the car sickness, the winding roads, it all pails into insignificance and the coffee tastes divine.
Mid England is glorious. It's hilly, green and filled with tea shops. There is little space for the chains here it's all "Star cafe" or "Ethel's teas". I love that they still thrive.
The ice cream van selling whippy ice cream with flakes and strawberry juice is always within minutes. The taste is the same as it was thirty years ago.
This is England at its best. It steeped in tradition and glory.
Liking it? We're loving it.
Home? Well at least for me.
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