After setting up the tent and having a shower, I found myself walking down from the Paddock campsite to a bridge over the river in Stubbins.
And not far from an old railway bridge that kind of separates Stubbins from Ramsbottom:
I found an incredible shop that sells old-fashioned sweets and toffees, and above all else, home-made parkin (a kind of traditional ginger cake):
I told the shopkeeper, a middle-aged man, that I hadn't eaten parkin in years, and his face lit up when I said that it reminded me of my childhood.
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