I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more.
Yes today I have walked a total of 506.8 miles according to my trusty old Garmin Dakota GPS. Most of those miles must have been in the right direction as I am noticing that the beer here is served with a ridiculously frothy head and people have funny accents – I must be up North. I think it hit me when I walked over the bridge crossing the Manchester Ship Canal. ‘Crumbs’, I thought that sounds a long way from Cornwall!
I enjoyed the lovely flat towpath walking and the rural Glazebrook trail which was wonderfully well way-marked (see Cheshire it can be done) and had some lovely new kissing gates that were big enough to cope with a man and his backpack (many are too small and require some interesting contortions to negotiate).
Well done Lancashire but can you please sort out your weather! This afternoon, after my lovely pub lunch which included minty mushy peas ( see I really am up North), the skies opened and it rained and rained and rained. The lovely paths were turned into slippery mud baths and slithered all over the place and I started getting depressed. I’m trying to be gentle on my slightly injured feet and sliding around in mud is no good for them or any other part of my anatomy for that matter. So I’ve booked into the nearest accommodation – The Greyhound Hotel in Leigh.
My apologies for the lack of photographs today but I didn’t want to get my phone wet.
I called in the little village Post Office in Glazebrook to get some batteries and it turned out that the post master had walked from John O’Groats to Land’s End a few years ago. He did it in 33 days but without carrying anything other that a small knapsack. ‘It nearly killed me’, he said, ‘took me six months to recover’. ‘I couldn’t have done it with one of those’, he said pointing at my backpack. He also confirmed my thoughts that working my way up the country rather that down is the more sensible option, ‘you don’t get the wind in your face’, he said.
The flashes of lightning and claps of thunder outside my hotel window reassure me that I am better in here than in my tent.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?