There it is! There perfect 'bacon butty.' Ketchup and brown sauce please!! My favourite thing has to be going to the farmers cafe in Bakewell for a bacon cob on Monday mornings. Here a tribe of grubby, tired and tuckered out farmers gather for a big breakfast nosh after an early start for market day. I eat my delicious bun surrounded by country folk with their weather worn faces, deep in story and chatter over their plates.