Leek and Macc: my usual journey

I decide to have a break in Leek.  I've driven through umpteen times and only stopped about once.  Glad I do so.  Despite lots of 60s damage, it has character and proper shops.  And every one calls me duckie.  I buy fruit and have tea in the lovely friendly Live Love Loaf.  
I also buy a granary loaf for lunch. I eat it in the car at Sainsbury's car park having visited the ancestors at Macclesfield Crem.  The rhodedendrons are out, Dad's favourite. 
 

It's closed for a refurb today but I do get to see the bird box and his stone.  I need to write a letter about the delapidation.  Misery.  But not really.