Buxton is positively balmy. (Or is it barmy? I'm a Derbyshire lad myself but from the frozen wastelands of The Peoples' Republic of Bolsover.)

When my lads used to play for Creswell Nil in the U13s, I wore my flat cap to watch them, let me tell you. The wind whistled down Foxes' Field after they dismantled the pit headgear and coal prep plant. It was a bloody good windbreak... Now, the wind gathers speed in the crags and you have to tie the goalie down to his posts or he takes off.