You will hear a lot about eating in today's blog post,as our destination for the day was Bakewell, home of the eponymous Tart and Pudding.

But the day started very differently. Andrew, Mat and I decided to walk the 7km to Bakewell rather than drive.

We set off about 9.30am, walking the village and then through the surrounding fields with views back to Youlgreave.

The walk cut across both the rivers we have walked along over the last couple of days, although at different places.

Firstly we descended down to the Lathkill, crossing on a bridge by a circular weir, with a pool and a series of rapids in the background.

We saw a trout in the pool above the weir but, in the established tradition of this blog where wildlife sightings are concerned, failed to get a photo of it.

We then climbed steeply out of Lathkill Dale, emerging into a field of cows.

The fields were surrounded by dry stone walls, one of which boasted a dry stone stile.

In the distance, we watched a light plane take off from a not very flat airfield across the valley.

We then descended to the foot of the Wye valley, directly towards the imposing sight of Haddon Hall.

At the bottom, we walked along a footpath alongside the A6 road for a mere 100m. During this time Linda, Charlotte and Liz drove past in two separate cars.

Turning off the A6, the footpath was a lot narrower with stinging nettles on both sides.

Despite wearing shorts, I emerged mostly unscathed.

Soon enough, we arrived at Bakewell, crossing into the town on a bridge festooned with padlocks.

These turned out not to be bicycle related, as you might expect, but instead are left by couples to express their undying love for each other. Or for Bakewell Tarts, or something.

We found the girls wandering around the weekly market in Bakewell, an event that had helped to attract hundreds of people to the village.

We iimmediately retired to one of the many original homes of the Bakewell Tart and Pudding.

It would have been rude not try both so between us we ordered two large Bakewell Puddings (one with cream and one with custard) and one large Bakewell Tart.

Both were delicious, both were extremely filling and we left with a doggy bag with half of a Bakewell Pudding to be enjoyed later.

I managed a brief snooze beside the car.

We then meet up with Mat's brother Chris, his wife Wendy and their dog Mizzie. We went for a walk in the countryside surrounding Bakewell, including another section of the Monsal Trail.

We had a good view back towards Bakewell.

We also saw a pheasant which, on its own, would be unremarkable but because I managed to get a photo, it is featured here.

We had a table booked at one of the local pubs in Bakewell so we left the Monsal Trail and headed back towards town.

We ate an unremarkable but filling meal at The Wheatsheaf pub.

By the time we had completed our leisurely meal, we emerged to find a much quieter town. We said goodbye to Chris, Wendy and Mizzie and drove back to Youlgreave.

An afternoon snooze was on the agenda. Still very full from two satisfying meals in Bakewell, dinner was non-existent or a slice of toast, at most.

In the evening, I sat with Mat to watch a football match - something I haven't done for many years. England beat Bosnia 3-0 and the match did nothing to convince me that football is a spectator sport. However, I was amused by the look on the face of one goalscorer after he accidentally scored while attempting to pass the ball across the face of the goal.