Son and Father

It was Saturday and it was early morning, I had just got out of bed when the phone rang and it was Steve. It was 0700
Got up, got outa bed put a combe across my head, went into the shower and had a sluice, then to the fridge and I drank some juice. Oh Oh Oh Oh! Got dressed and and waited for Steve. Where are we going says I, up north to Chesterfield. Got into the landie and set off towards Southam, the weather was fine but the clouds were threatening. After an hour I realised that I had forgotten an important function and Steve pulled into a caff he knew near Nuneaton. Twas whilst we were drinking our coffee and eating our bacon semmidge that the threatened rain arrived and we got soaked getting back into the landie. Our feet were wet our hair was wet and we were yes wet all over. We continued up north towards Rugby, crossing the Trent on our way to go for a Burton. Next landmark was Derby, and the sun came out, having skirted Leicester as we once got caught in a deluge while visiting Uncle Horace. Which way to go Matlock, Where we, as a family went years ago or Buxton, where Mum and I had a wonderful B&B in a lovely old fashioned house. As we were heading eventually to a place near Chesterfield (the town with the crooked church spire) Matlock won and we duly aimed towards that lovely town past the Heights of Abraham, where there is an aerial railway up to the top, although we didn't see it. The town was full of motorbikes as it was forty years ago and retraced our steps, through Chesterfield and got caught up in the one-way system, until we burst through and eventually approached Matlock from the north and pulled in to a car park by the river Derwent, in Matlock Bath, where we were given a part used car parking ticket so we stayed and had some fish and chips, Steve had Mushy peas and I had curry sauce. Yummee. The call of Burton bitter was too strong and we had a swift arf in a pub and collected the landie from the car park. Steve knew his way home from there and we duly crossed the border into Warwickshire and eventually Oxfordshire and then to Banbury. A five minute stop in Sainsburys for the obvious and we were home and dry, having spent a lovely day in one of the nicest areas in the Country (the Derbyshire Dales). Dad