A few more belated Buxton pictures
Easter is a while back now, but here is more of Buxton. Away from the picturesque we also had the delights of its culinary traditions:
You'd have to be young to survive on chips, bread and sugar ice wouldn't you?
And here the Deryshire oatcake competes with the 'pannini'. It has never ocurred to me that you might be able to treat oatcakes as toast.
And for wet afternoons in Buxton there is a splendid museum built on one of those eccentric Victorian collections. The first pleasure was the lobby:
Next the collection box:
And the Museum of Wonders:
In this case you wonder why anyone did that.
Many, many butterlies died to make this.
Whereas I think a baboon and a fish died to make this mermaid.
I am being unfair to the contents of the Buxton museum and its art gallery, many of which were beautiful as well as interesting. Definitely worth a visit, should you find yourself in the area.
Finally, on the streets of Buxton we can learn the perils of Beltane, where a spot of maypole dancing has left this poor young woman with complete disarticulation of her lower body. No wonder she is resting on a log and balancing herself by grasping that young man's belt buckle.
This pointed the way to a trendy little wine bar/coffee house. Something tells me they painted their sign themselves.
You'd have to be young to survive on chips, bread and sugar ice wouldn't you?
And here the Deryshire oatcake competes with the 'pannini'. It has never ocurred to me that you might be able to treat oatcakes as toast.
And for wet afternoons in Buxton there is a splendid museum built on one of those eccentric Victorian collections. The first pleasure was the lobby:
Next the collection box:
And the Museum of Wonders:
In this case you wonder why anyone did that.
Many, many butterlies died to make this.
Whereas I think a baboon and a fish died to make this mermaid.
I am being unfair to the contents of the Buxton museum and its art gallery, many of which were beautiful as well as interesting. Definitely worth a visit, should you find yourself in the area.
Finally, on the streets of Buxton we can learn the perils of Beltane, where a spot of maypole dancing has left this poor young woman with complete disarticulation of her lower body. No wonder she is resting on a log and balancing herself by grasping that young man's belt buckle.
This pointed the way to a trendy little wine bar/coffee house. Something tells me they painted their sign themselves.