Tender Tarmac

Winning vista

A Good Friday decision to spend Easter in the Peak District.  With spontaneity comes a dearth of accommodation, which leads to the unexpected.  A Spanish-themed hotel, located on a dual carriageway, opposite a 24hr Tesco?  Yes, thanks.  I enjoy the check-in process, especially when the receptionist asks 'Would you prefer a view of the dual carriageway or the car park?'

Tough question.  Both have merits, obviously.  Car park wins, but I can't pretend it's an easy choice.

Mam Tor.  A brute.

Hills and lambs and primroses and cowslips. And landslips. At the bottom of Mam Tor, the road just falls away into a yawning maw. Odd to see the authority of tarmac and white lines overruled by nature.

Owned by Mam

The earth has swallowed some parts completely, and crumpled others.  Like you might effortlessly screw up the foil of a Lindt bunny.*.

Thick chocolate (apparently)

Back at the hotel, I marvel at the tender beauty of the dual carriageway and the car park.  So fragile.

(* I use this as a random example, and not because I am the sort of person who would eat a Lindt bunny in its entirety, especially as it is common knowledge that the chocolate in the ear area is particularly thick, so this would make consuming a whole rabbit an act of immense greed.)