I’ve been missing from BlogWorld for a while as I’ve been working pretty much continuously this week with an American group throughout the
It’s been a very busy week, characterised by a series of very early starts to get to their base at Catton Hall on the Derbyshire Staffordshire border. However, hard work though it was, things were made considerably more pleasant by two other factors.
Firstly, they were a very pleasant group, largely the “accompanying persons” of a group taking part in a sort of Edwardian Shooting holiday.
Secondly (and most unusually) they had asked me to more or less concoct an itinerary for them myself. Unusual this might have been but it did mean that there were none of those ridiculously crowded days with impossible-to-achieve deadlines and skipping past places to say that you’ve “been there” rather than “seen it”.
A review of the group’s week gives an “interesting” insight into the world that is tourism in the Heart of
On Monday went to explore Old Shropshire, with visits to
It was up into Derbyshire and the
Wednesday saw an unashamed assault on Tourist Central, going on a tour of
I a little bemused that – despite free time in
It was back to
I think it's fair to say they were less "blown away" by Blist's Hill than other groups I've taken there but it did give our transatlantic visitors the chance to learn about our pre-decimal money, though, which is as big a challenge for them to understand as Cricket!
And that brought us to today, another unashamedly “Ian” day, as I took them on a ride around
And do you know, that was the only time all week that they found themselves outside in any rain? Everywhere else, it rained when on the coach and stopped as we left.
Whatever magical meteorological power it is that these people have, I want some of it. Could do with a few more like these, I tell you!