This is the front of the Market Hall in Longnor, which is in Staffordshire but has a Buxton post code and is considered to belong to Buxton in a lot of ways. The boundaries are odd round here. My friend and I nipped over there last week for a quick cream scone, as you do.
Longnor is very small, but has a craft centre, two lovely cafes, a chip shop, shop, pub/hotels and some gorgeous holiday cottages scattered around. The countryside and views are just lovely. My Mother's family has a strong connection, via farming, with the village and the graveyard has some familiar names.
We had a good wander round the church yard and signed the visitor's book, it's amazing how far and wide the signatures belong to. As we were in a visiting mood we decided to go a little further to another picturesque village, Warslow.
When I go to church, which isn't very often these days, I love having a roister-doistering organ accompanying the hymns. But for me they have to be the old-style hymns, not modern re-worded stuff. I like fire and brimstone, doom and gloom, threats and promises.
More signing of the visitor's book then back to the car as it was about 6pm by this time. A good move as it turned out as the heavens suddenly opened and the rain poured down.