Day 45 - Chester to Northwich - 19.2 miles
Before leaving Chester I ambled around the centre of town in the sunshine - its always been seen as a stylish, affluent border town.
Historically, the streets have incorporated a raised , covered pavement - known as The Rows. This effectively increases the street frontage, increases the number of small outlets and provides shelter from the rain. A clever idea.
Down on the river, I remember as a child having a special family outing to Chester. Mum's brother, my Uncle Ted was coming for a holiday with us from Manchester so we came to pick him up. We'd arranged to meet at the bandstand, I seem to think he was wearing dark sunglasses. I remember him joking, and calling it a check point charlie moment.
I've known this part of Chester as Check Point Charlie ever since.
While I lived here, I remember going on training runs with the rowing club - it used to kill me.
I got talking to Val and Robert with their
4 month old adorable, very well behaved Rottweiler puppies, Cooper and Knox.
My route out of Chester went through Hoole and Mickle Trafford before I eventually got out into proper countryside
and passed the church aat Plemstall.
A monk had lived here as a hermit on a small patch of ground raised above the marshes before he was summoned by King Alfred to join his court. In 890 he was consecrated in Rome as Archbishop of Canterbury.
Whoever it was at LoweAlpine, that decided to make the rain cover of my rucksack bright orange red , has a wicked sense of humour. Again today, as I trudged across the fields, these ladies seemed to want to follow me - perhaps for a chance to commiserate with a failed toreador.
For a short while today, I was walking along The Sandstone trail. Stonehouse Farm at Manley Common is strategically placed to serve teas to hungry walkers. I had some Nepalese loose leaf tea and a slice of tea loaf made with what I think was Lapsang Souchong. Just what I needed.
and it's beautiful lillies
but at Hart Hill, where I must have lost the path completely, I gave up.
Both feet then seemed to throw caution to the wind and found bog water totally irresistable. Then throw brambles and some large nettles in for good measure
and you end up with some four letter words!!
and you end up with some four letter words!!
I ended walking a large detour on a mixture of roads and paths via Norley and Cuddington. An ignominious ending to a good day.
Over supper at the pub I got talking to the manager.
Jonathan had been a pilot with Thomas Cook before retiring on health grounds and taking up hospitality. He's since run a number of succesful pubs. Even more interestingly, we got on to the subject of boats of which he has owned a number including a Trapper 501 similar to Dragonfly and had set up the owner's association website. So we may have met in a former life.
While talking boats, we were joined by Nigel and Fiona who were driving home from Chard to Edinburgh.
Nigel had been in the merchant navy for many years before joining the naval auxiliary. Fiona's brother has a boat, and on showing Jonathan a photograph, he was able to recognise it immeadiately. He's a walking compendium of boat information. I commiserate, it's an addiction.
It could have been a long evening, fortunately time was called!
Total distance walked so far = 581.1 miles
Total ascent so far 69 907 feet
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Parkinsons UK - My dad had Parkinsons in his latter years and the research work this charity funds and the support it provides to patients and their families is invaluable. - https://www.justgiving.com/
Just Wheels UK - this is a small charity set up to provide wheelchairs in a rural community in Tanzania. It does this through funding training, education and the local fabrication and servicing of bespoke wheelchairs. My nephew uses a wheelchair and as he grows I can see the life changing freedoms that proper wheelchairs can bring to both users and their families.-
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The color red does not make bulls angry. In fact, bulls are partially color blind compared to healthy humans, so that they cannot see red. According to the book "Improving Animal Welfare" by Temple Grandin, cattle lack the red retina receptor and can only see yellow, green, blue, and violet colors.
ReplyDeleteconclusion: your followers are not attracted by the colour- must be your personality.
one astute thinker.
I'm going to have to re-read my Temple Grandin - it's in the bottom of this rucksack somewhere!
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I'm going to have to re-read my Temple Grandin - it's in the bottom of this rucksack somewhere!
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