Marple

We left Derbyshire and drove through the Peak District, heading further north. Or North. Many dry stone walls and sheep farms.

And viaducts with these bridges.

We stopped for refreshments in Marple, a small town on the periphery of Manchester, a priceless spot. This place caught my eye, we later saw a Bargain Booze lorry. 

So much to be said about this little scene, which I saw left on a vegetable box, part of a small and very cheap independent fruit and vegetable shop plonked out the front/ What is it proposing we add 'whipped milk' to? Is it beer? Does 'Pork Lunch Tongue' come thin sliced? What is preferred? Do pork lunch tongue and frothed milk beer go well together? Who left these things here? Had the lunch tongue eater had enough? 

More Marple street scenes. We parked nearby, and paid 30p an hour for the privilege. We saw someone complaining audibly about the parking cost going up which, while we initially scoffed at his cheapness, we later completely agreed with. Apologies.

I wonder if this truly is the 'real taste of Thailand'?

Once firmly in The North the term no longer appears.

Another Soviet-styled roadside mini-mall.