Imagine walking in to a Willy Wonka set and then stuffing yourself with a warm freshly basked scone, clotted cream & homemade jam.
Then you pour yourself a cup of tea straight out of the 1940s or your grannies front room complete with strainer, china cups and lacy mat thingies that have beads on them?
Finish this wonderful experience with a shop purchase of a bonkers bag of sweets and the successful transition from sad old grumpy bloke becomes a 15 year old kid who loved Count Dracula ice lollies and Jublees.
Wirksworth is an odd place, I'm sure you would agree if you happened to be there from another land, far away. I'm not sure how to describe it except it doesn't feel like its part of nowadays? If you happen across this cafe before troubling Wirksworth further, you will never know what the rest is like.
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