Early Monday morning we gave C a lift to Manchester airport which is why we found ourselves pulling into a deserted shopping centre car park at 4.30am after the drop-off. We knew McDonald's
would be open and were not interested in exploring the refreshment delights of
Manchester airport.
From our perspective airports are places to get away from as
quickly as possible. Weird concrete monstrosities they are. It amazes me that
people ever fly anywhere unless compelled by dire necessity.
After McDonald's we fled back to civilisation via the Cat and Fiddle road in time to see a
glorious sunrise over the hills, passing the Cat and Fiddle itself round about 5.10am.
With mist in the valleys and an almost empty road, the drive would have been delightful even without the airport drop-off as a telling contrast. Dawn can be a lovely time of
day in summer but we hardly ever get up in time to enjoy the best of it. Even trundling through dozing Buxton was a pleasure.
To finish off, a few miles beyond Buxton we had a ten minute
wait for a large herd of cows crossing the road on their way to the milking
shed. Even that was enjoyable - watching them saunter across without a care in
the world, casually snacking on roadside vegetation.
2 comments:
After your previous post I was suprised to see these words....
"We knew McDonald's would be open and were not interested in exploring the refreshment delights of Manchester airport."
after seeing that photo of whatever it was I would not go within a mile of Mac thingies ! though I realise that the airport as with all airports seem to have more of the same.
I remember Stansted when it first opened it's then new terminal, all seemed good, for about eighteen months, then it was transformed into the cheap eats cheap shops maze it is today, awful place to start a holiday from.
Wiggia - it was more a question of escaping from the airport as quickly as possible rather than the attractions of McDonald's.
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