BAKEWELL
Bakewell - old charm and pudding
Moorlands in the English countryside always bring back to my memory Emily
Brontë’s ‘Wuthering Heights’. There, she vividly described the
nineteenth-century Yorkshire moorland as open, wild, exposed, with untamed
wind force and brooding character. The neighbouring Derbyshire moor, which
we saw from Monsal Head, a Peak District viewpoint, was in contrast somewhat
softer and picturesque. Maybe because we saw it as tourists in the
twenty-first century. On our way back, we took a brief halt at a small,
charming town. It was a pleasant surprise, as I had no previous knowledge
about the town and its breathtaking beauty. Nor had I come across the name
of this town, which is so heavily wrapped with history right from the
Anglo-Saxon era. Early settlement around the 9th – 10th centuries is
associated with a cluster of warm springs by the River Wye. Archaeologists
have even discovered traces of the Bronze Age in this medieval town. The
name Bakewell is also deliciously tempting. The name, however, has nothing
to do with baking, despite the town's reputation for its baked delicacies.
One origin of the name I gathered is ‘Badecanwelle’, which means Badeca’s
spring/stream. Badeca was an Anglo-Saxon chieftain.
The car park at Bakewell was located on one of the quaint courtyards along
the elevated banks of the River Wye. From the top, Wye looked more like a
stream rippling down the hilly terrains. We had to cross a medieval arched
bridge to enter the old town. A perfect blend of charm, heritage and natural
beauty, the city is a delightful step back in time. Churches and buildings,
some as old as the tenth and eleventh centuries, prettify the city. One of
the streets, lined up with traditional bakeries offering cakes, tarts, pies
and puddings, was a major attraction for a gastronome like me. I tried pork
pie and also the famous Bakewell Pudding. This unique pudding was
accidentally created in the mid-nineteenth century. It’s a crisp puff pastry
base, outwardly similar to the looks of Yorkshire Pudding, but topped with
raspberry or apricot jam and followed by a rich egg custard filling made
with sugar, ground almonds and almond extract.
What fascinated me, in particular, was that despite its urban
transformation, the town exudes the old-world charm.
Pics: Arundhati Sengupta
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| A Bakery in Bakewell |
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In the Peak District, UK. The stylised red poppy on the pole
commemorates members of the armed forces who died in the First World
War and in later conflicts, including the Second World
War.
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A portion of moorland as seen from a viewpoint in the Peak District
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A typical English countryside
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A hotel and cafe at Monsal Head viewpoint
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A part of the museum where Anglo-Saxon artefacts are on display
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A view of a bakery in Bakewell
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Bakewell Pudding Factory
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Waiting for a bus at Bakewell
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Waiting for a bus at Bakewell
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