It was back to earth with a bang on Sunday morning, as I had to take the Munch (smallest Birdwatcher nick named after Mickey the “Munch” Skinner) and four of his friends to Stockport bowling. Because we don’t have a big enough car, we had to throw ourselves on the mercy of pubic transport. There is a perfectly good train service from Buxton to Stockport. It takes about forty minutes and on the occasions that I have used it, it is rarely late. However since time began there have been engineering works on the line somewhere between the two Stations, which means that every Sunday the service is reduced and you have to take a bus from Buxton part way to Stockport and then pick up the train again. It adds considerably to the journey as it meanders through the highways and byeways of the Peak District stopping to pick up from Dove Holes (ugliest village in England apparently), Chapel en le Frith, and Whaley Bridge before returning to the A6 and the extensive road works near New Mills. Of course no one gets on or off and these stops, but stop we do and wait for several minutes just on the off chance that someone might want to get on. The lads were very quiet. I thought they would be. All I could hear from the back of the bus was the sound of gentle snoring. In addition to taking his mates bowling the Munch had what is inaccurately called a sleepover on Saturday night. I vetoed their attempt at staying up all night at around 4.00am, and Mrs BW dismissed all appeals threatening deportation with hard labour at 5.00am. We got them up at 8.30am and they all seemed rather tired.
The Bowling went okay, though being Mr Grumpy I find the loud music and inane cartoon jokes on the scoreboard irritating. Then it was off to Pizza Shed for lunch. Why they bothered to choose toppings for the Pizza is beyond me. We spent hours debating whether to have meat or vegetable toppings and then all they did was scrap the toppings off and eat the Pizza base. It made no sense to me, but then I am old and do not understand the ways of the young anymore.
They seemed to enjoy it anyway which was the main thing.