Bakewell - the town of love, apparently

Dad was off work today to wait for my phone delivery which he and only he could be given, so after that arrived we went to Bakewell in search of a climbing harness. I was particularly disgusted to find that being too lazy to take their partners to Paris to attach a lock to a bridge, some love-struck attention seekers had decided the bridge from the town to the long stay car park was equally as romantic. Maybe I'm being harsh but I just don't quite agree...