Nov 13, 2010
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Sep 20, 2010
This is shortly going to change. Clay Cross is being regenerated. This means that a huge new Tesco supermarket is being built in the middle of the town adjascent to the existing main shopping street. There will be a new road into the town that takes you right to the new Tesco front door and the main carpark will be........Tesco's car park.
They are building a new bus terminus. At the moment, buses stop on the road alongside the shops. The new bus terminus will be ............right outside Tesco.
At the moment you can get everything you could possibly want in Clay Cross. The selection may not be as up-market as in posher towns but you would not starve or go short of anything you need if you only ever shopped there. There are butchers, greengrocers, bakers, pharmacies, opticains, a card shop, pet shop, electrical shop and much more. These are all the items that will be sold by Tesco.
The new store will be huge. It must be to house all the "departments" advertised on the fences around the site. The fact that there will be a pharmacy and an opticians means that the floor space must be enormous to house all these things as well as the groceries.
I don't give much for the chances of the current shops in Clay Cross. This has happened before, notably in Staveley, where most of the shops disappeared one by one soon after Morrisons arrived in the early eighties. Pretty soon, all that will be left in Clay Cross will be betting shops, charity shops and hairdressers, everything else being wiped out by Tesco. The excellent wool and craft shop, along with a few other miscellaneous businesses, might survive if they can grab enough passing trade to keep going.
The question is, is this what people really want? Do they prefer the one-stop shopping experience to the old fashioned idea of going from shop to shop to buy the things they need? Are they looking forward to having the range of goods that Tesco will stock? Once Tesco completes it stranglehold on Clay Cross they will have no choice.
Another question is, how many Tescos do we really need? If you go for 5 miles from Clay Cross in either direction on the A61 you will find two other Tesco stores and a Sainsbury. There is a third Tesco 12 miles away at Clowne and several Tesco Express shops dotted here and there.
It would have been really nice to see a genuine regeneration of Clay Cross. Some of the existing shops are in premises that would definitely benefit from a face-lift. If half of them are still there in two years' time I will be very surprised. The regeneration scheme proposed some new retail properties behind the new store but where this has been done in other towns, they have not succeeded due to lack of trade.
They might as well take down the Clay Cross town sign and rename it now - Tesco Town.
Sep 19, 2010
Wet and dreary weather in Derbyshire.
These horses looked as miserable as we felt, just waiting for the rain to stop.
Still, at least it had saved us the £6 each entrance fee, plus the parking fee. At events like this you have parted with almost twenty quid before you have set foot in the mud.
Not being too keen to pay the parking charge in the middle of Hayfield, we set off towards Glossop in search of a quiet lay-by where we could eat our packed lunch before we came home.
Sitting in a lay-by, listening to the pitter-patter of rain on the roof and the continuous splash of cars passing by, I was reminded of many a miserable day out in my childhood. The whole family would go out for the day in our Sunday best, and , determined to enjoy ourselves in spite of the weather, would sit in a lay-by somewhere to eat our sandwiches and home-made jam tarts. Then we would go home, having seen nothing but rain on the car windows and dry-stone walls passing by. In those days, there was infinitely less traffic but the weather was just as bad.
Last Sunday we passed lots of things that I would have liked to have photographed for the blog. Except that it was impossible to stop anywhere. There was hardly anywhere to pull in off the road that wasn't already stuffed full of cars or where you had to pay. There were white and yellow lines all along the road and the continuous traffic made a quick stop to snap a picture out of the question.
Eventually we spotted a deserted place to park with some kind of a view worth photographing. We had to go a mile or so further on before we could safely turn round and go back to it. The pull-in had a nice view of a waterfall, pot-holes, bags of old rubbish and bottles. The view down the hillside was obscured by the mist and rain.
A waterfall, somewhere near Glossop.
We got Lulu out of the car for a short walk on the lead, then headed on towards Glossop and continued on our circular route home. We fought our way between the parked cars that litter the streets of Glossop - whose terraced houses were built long before each household had two cars - then along the A57 towards Ladybower. It was very slow going. Even in the week it's not much quicker due to the enormous lorries picking their way along the twisty and narow road. That's if it's not closed altogether due to snow or to some hapless motorist having to be scraped off the road after trying to overtake one of the lorries before being taken away by the air ambulance.
Lulu was quite happy to get back into the car.
Towards the top of Ladybower reservoir we found another lay-by with a space so another photo opportunity presented itself, so long as I was happy to sprint across the road between the cars and peer into the mist.
It was a day when we definitely did not see Derbyshire at its best. It is always a battle with the traffic at weekends and we are plagued with signs every few yards telling us what we can and can't do. No stopping here, no parking there, look out for bikes and horses, take your litter home. All the roads we used had a 50 mph speed limit and lots of speed cameras. Not that we like to speed but we just hate the fact that the traffic is so bad that all this stuff has to be there.
Surely, the people who dump rubbish in the countryside already know that they shouldn't.
It's all so different from how I remember it until even 15 years ago, when moving about in the county was much easier and you didn't have to pay through the nose to park the car or have a cup of tea.
The thing I don't understand is, if they have to load the van with rubbish and drive out into the countryside, why don't they just take it to the tip? It's probably nearer.
It's also completely different in France. Moving around rural France is an absolute joy compared to Derbyshire. The traffic is lighter. The roadsides are neat and well-tended. It is most unusual to find rubbish dumped in the hedgerows or by the road, unless it's next to a bin that hasn't been emptied yet. You rarely have to pay to park the car and there is usually no entrance fee for the events.
Sometimes I find it really hard to love the place I live.
Sep 10, 2010
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May 11, 2010
It is actually a lighthouse, built on a hill above the village of Crich. The light from the tower sweeps over the surrounding villages at night.
Crich is a pretty village of stone houses, typical of many of the villages around where I lived as a child. Back then I took it all for granted and it never occurred to me that one day these places would become popular with tourists and holidaymakers. I do remember vaguely walking up to the tower with my parents and grandmother and having a picnic on the grass. You are not allowed to do that now. The view over Derbyshire from the tower is superb.
The structure is actually a war memorial, built in 1923 to honour those from the local regiment, the Sherwood Foresters, who fell in the Great War, then later also dedicated to those lost in the Second World War and other conflicts since.
The name Crich is often pronounced incorrectly by those who don't know the area. It makes me chuckle when you hear it on the news, pronounced as if it were "critch". The correct way is to pronounce the "i" as if it were "eye".
Crich has another popular attraction, the tram museum. I always wanted an excuse for another ride on the lovely old trams - maybe later this summer !
May 7, 2010
Near Milltown in the parish of Ashover.