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Macclesfield Travel Blog› entry 33 of 87 › view all entries
I didn't want to waste being up North, and embarrassingly, I kept missing the silly M6 from the Manchester bypass. So I headed south on the A34 - funnily enough, and not that I would want to take it the whole way, it goes all the way down to at least Oxford, and I think the M3 too. Plan A was to go to Alderley Edge, which I was curious about because I grew up reading Alan Garner books. I was hoping for some glimpse of the spooky atmosphere behind what I knew had become the UK capital of loud money with big cars, but driving through, all I could see was the same Costa Coffee with more designer buggies parked out front than enough. I didn't feel like stopping. So I went on to Macclesfield, which I had seen from the train a couple of times and was curious about that too.
It's best described as OK. The highstreet is the same identikit model as you'd get in the rest of England, but there is a really, really nice branch of Cafe Nero and a good view of the valley from the park. I didn't go to the silk museum, but it seemed like that was pretty much the only reason a tourist would show up. Unless they were bored of the football wives in Alderley Edge, I guess. I wouldn't avoid it, but I wouldn't hurry back.