much to little over much to long
Mar. 26th, 2006 06:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peck72Not sure how come I've not been blogging much recently, just got myself out of the habit I guess. I spend far too long reading web-comics and other peoples journals to actually get around to writing my own.
But the quick catch up on things is,
But the quick catch up on things is,
two weeks (or so) back we went to Chesterfield for a long weekend to use up Anna's remaining leave before she changes jobs at the end of the month. I liked the town, or at least as much of it as we got to see. The church has a curiosly curved spire with some interesting folkloreic stories behind it and there is quite a large market there dating back some 850 years. From here we travelled out to Eyam, Bakewell, and Buxton.
Eyam is a quietly attractive if relativly anonymous Peak District village who's tragic claim to fame is that in the 1600's, the plague came to the village off of the fleas wrapped up in rolls of cloth from London. The villagers took the decision that to avoid the plague spreading they must quarentine themselves until the infection was over. This took 14 months and by the end of that time about 260 of the villagers had died (more details here).
Bakewell is a beautiful little country village renound for Bakewell tarts and puddings, which we just had to sample, several times. Buxton is a bigger town with a fair amount of Georgian/Victorian architecture including baths, Opera house and a crescent. Anna tells me it's quite similar to Bath, if rather smaller, and since she's clever, I'll believe her.
Eyam is a quietly attractive if relativly anonymous Peak District village who's tragic claim to fame is that in the 1600's, the plague came to the village off of the fleas wrapped up in rolls of cloth from London. The villagers took the decision that to avoid the plague spreading they must quarentine themselves until the infection was over. This took 14 months and by the end of that time about 260 of the villagers had died (more details here).
Bakewell is a beautiful little country village renound for Bakewell tarts and puddings, which we just had to sample, several times. Buxton is a bigger town with a fair amount of Georgian/Victorian architecture including baths, Opera house and a crescent. Anna tells me it's quite similar to Bath, if rather smaller, and since she's clever, I'll believe her.
The hotel we stayed at was quite close to a cinema and so once we'd figured out how to navigate (on foot) the major dual-carriageways and large roundabouts we saw 'Walk the Line', the Johnny Cash bio-pic. I quite like my film bio's (even if I'm still trying to get around to seeing 2004's 'Ray') and I really enjoyed this one. Aside from his distinctive voice and a couple of his most well known songs, I didn't know much about Johnny Cash before hand and so this was pretty much all new to me. Something I'd never realised, was who were his contemporaries as he was getting himself established. The central chunk of the film shows him touring with, essentially, a variety show but the line up includes the likes of Jerry Lee Lewis, Roy Orbison and Elvis Presley. There are great performances throughout the film but Reese Witherspoon excels as the woman of Johnny's dreams. It is probably because of the limited number of films that I've seen her in (most of which are light comedies) that I haven't realised how good an actress she is. My favourite scene though has to be, Reese Witherspoons parents chasing away Johnny's drug dealer with shotguns, both dad and mum armed.
Hmm, I had intended to say more but time has beaten me and my shift is over in about half an hour. Further updates to follow soon, probably.
