Andrew’s ‘Deepest Cheshire’ walk from The Church Inn in Mobberley turned out to be rather more popular than my Peak District ‘walk’ the previous day. Despite Jenny’s absence, five regulars turned up, plus Andy, Andrew and Jan – a most welcome contingent of escapees from Wythenshawe parkrun.
Across the road from the posh people in their award winning pub and its ‘dog beer’, is the actual church where there’s a window in memory of George Leigh Mallory who died on Mount Everest in 1924. The church has had a long connection with the Mallory family and there are numerous windows and memorial plaques to the family.
Bridget lives nearby, so she was able to assist in navigating us around the 8 km circuit chosen by Andrew, who was slightly jet-lagged after having returned from holiday a few hours earlier.
Some fields were full of buttercups (this makes a change from cotton grass and daisies), others were simply full of lush grass.
It was a lovely warm evening.
‘Deepest Cheshire’ is the title of this series of walks, and today Andrew achieved this by plotting two crossings of both Mobberley Brook and (shown below) Pedley Brook, involving calf burning ascents that brought our tally of metres for the evening to approximately 83 (that’s 27 Fitbit floors).
‘Deepest Cheshire’ also involves passages of deep grassland in an area full of field paths that aren’t necessarily seen as such by some of the farmers, whose crops take precedence.
These cows decided on ‘mob’ tactics, following the other seven walkers across their field. They didn’t notice me behind them. They were a little surprised when they turned and spotted me. Jenny would have loved it!
The sun eventually set, not spectacularly as there was very little cloud, and we soon found ourselves back in the comfortable lounge of the Church Inn after a most enjoyable outing.
Here’s our route – 8 km with 83 metres ascent, in a little under 2 hours.
It’s another beautiful day (Monday) in Timperley, so the backlog of these diary entries will remain just that whilst I leave the scuffling, squeaking swifts just outside the study window to enjoy the snacks that seem to be constantly supplied to their nursery, and get outside myself. The lawns need mowing.