Graham was at the trains again, but Pam and Kate joined us for our final day as we drove over to Buxton, half an hour away via the Cat and Fiddle pass. The moors looked quite bleak and remote, despite their proximity to civilisation. We had a very decent lunch at the restaurant housed in the old pavilion building, then Nick and Pam took Emily to the play area in the adjacent park, while Kate and I popped into the small town centre for a while.
After we rejoined them we went back to the same cafe for tea and cake; Emily chose a big cupcake with green icing and sparkles sprinkled on. I couldn't resist having a browse in the great gift shop attached, before heading back to the car. It was packed with the sort of trinkets that bleed money from fools like me whose heads are easily turned by smart designs and appealing packaging. In my defence, I rarely buy anything for myself in those places but stock up on gifts for friends and relatives.
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