Because the Night

You couldn’t make it up! I was ready to sleep for England late last night as I slumped into the most comfortable bed in the world. Actually, beds on Cunard ships are also pretty darned good! During the day, I had volunteered to meet guest speakers at Macclesfield Station, a voluntary task I thoroughly enjoy. This necessitated three trips to Macclesfield and after a lousy sleep at home the night before, I was convinced this evening, I would go out like a light. I didn’t! As I sunk into that most comfortable of beds, I had become aware of a distant but penertrating whirring sound which did a good job sabotaging my much needed slumber. Would this stop? Would I be able to ignore it? No chance! Then, the Town Hall clock chimed 1 o’clock, then 2am, 3am, and, I think, 4am. With credit to the night porter on reception, he did offer me several alternative rooms, but all had the same or even worse noise issues. I chose to stay put and eventually, the Town Hall clock was rousing me at 7am! The night porter assured me of being transferred again tonight, a considerable upgrade. Only curiosity would tempt me to accept this generous offer. My room on the fourth floor is a destination in its own right. I have viewed from its high up windows, Buxton at yet another new perspective. I still have nothing but good things to write about The Crescent which as most of us know, had laid “out of use” since (I think) the early 1990s. When I stayed here last year, only residents were able to use the hotel. Today, breakfast and afternoon tea is available to the general public, and I’m assured more facilities will be available to non-residents as staffing levels permit.