CARROT CAKE REVIEW N0 15 - A White Oil Slick Fights Back
Matlock Bath, Derbyshire. As if the giddy exhilaration of the cable cars lifting you up from the River Derwent really wasn't enough. You then take a tour down into to the dark murky and damp depths of the Masson Cavern. Bang your head a few times on your way to view the remains of the candlelit work of generations of lead miners hundreds of feet beneath the ground. Could it be possible to match or exalt this heaven then hell experience on the confectionery level, with a humble carrot cake? As you take in the stunning views of the valley beneath you from the modern airy cafe you could be forgiven for believing you're perched on a white fluffy cloud observing what fools these mortals be. But nothing can bring you hurtling back down to earth on a stiflingly hot Easter Weekend, quicker than a half arsed carrot cake with a latte chaser. Admittedly the latte was in a tall glass, not the cup and saucer of an ignoramus. Someone who believes a