Today I experienced four English counties namely Shropshire, Cheshire, Greater Manchester (yuk!) and at this moment Lancashire. You can keep Greater Manchester. It threatened to suck me into its vortex of lorries and other crap metal things but I escaped. Hah!
As usual I got lost trying to leave the town I slept in, in this case Nantwich. But if you want to know the way, ask a postie. I sped along a busy A road to Middlewich where I had a cup of tea and watched a hilarious wee boy who had been dumped with his stiff old granny for the Whitsun holiday. She’d kept him too long at the café where she met her old chums and he kept saying ”Come on then Gran, it’s time to go now,” and trying to pull her to her feet.
I headed out of Middlewich in the wrong direction then came back and went on through the land of service stations - Knutsford, Sandbach, Congleton - criss-crossing the M6.
At Knutsford I lunched in the Red Cow pub because they had Wifi and I needed to post the last two blogs (no Wifi in Nantwich) then got lost trying to leave and had to walk round the one way system in the wrong direction. Do you see a theme emerging here?
Just after Warburton I came across a toll road which charged 12p to cross the Manchester Ship Canal, which is twice as wide as normal canals. The toll is imposed by the Manchester Ship Company to look after the bridge but it doesn’t seem to be enough. Bikes don’t have to pay.
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| 12p to cross - a bargain! |
The last 15 miles dragged. The roads were busy and I was travelling through straggly suburbs. I arrived at my “boutique hotel” about 7.30pm and I have a really comfortable room so I’ll finish now and begin regenerating for tomorrow…
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| Dual carriageway flowers; what you do at traffic lights. |
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