Sue and Martin above Zermatt - 2018

Sue and Martin above Zermatt - 2018

Friday, 21 September 2018

16 to 20 September 2018 – Around Timperley

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It’s nearly a week since we returned from ‘Summer in the Alps’.

The time has flown past. There were many emails to consider, and a bit of catching up with people – still not completed. Gibson was having trouble with image sizing for mobile postings to his blog. I think he has sorted it out now, but here’s the screen I find useful for attaching images at 10% of their original size.

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On Sunday, whilst I entertained John Clark (see previous posting), Sue shot off to the Manifold Valley for a walk with old friends. It rained. She took two pictures. Both of them were of her friends.

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On Monday a bike ride took me to Stretford, then past my old house in Chorltonville (looking very smart), and around Chorlton Water Park. The south bank of the Mersey saw me pausing to watch the swans and mallards whilst hoping for a fleeting glimpse of the Kingfishers that live near here. What I really wanted was a picture of a Metrolink tram on the bridge in the intermittent sunlight. I gave up after being momentarily distracted and missing not one but two trams on the bridge. Next time perhaps.

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A plan to return home via the Trans Pennine Trail (TPT) was foiled by a path closure sign, with no help regarding a diversion route, so I did a there and back along the good trail to Urmston, and returned home via the canal towpath. A good 28 km ride, keeping me out of Sue’s way – she wasn’t working today, and followed by a visit to Eagley Jazz Club where John Hallam accompanied the Tom Kincaid Trio. Excellent.

Tuesday saw me taking the Skoda to Stockport to see to its water leak. I took the opportunity to continue into Manchester. My Rohan trousers had a faulty pocket zip; they are obviously not the first as the young lady who served me magically had the zip working before I’d managed to hand the garment over properly. Amazing!

A trip to Castlefield failed to source a ‘Source’ bottle for Sue, but did serve as a reminder of Manchester’s long history. I wonder what it was like when the Romans were here. (Timperley didn’t exist in those days – it was first recorded as a settlement in around the 6th or 7th centuries.)

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Wednesday had me picking up the car, duly repaired FOC, and fresh with a software upgrade. “There must have been a problem in order for them to do an upgrade” I was told. They agreed that a loose hose that was the source of the leak may have been caused by the efforts made by the engine to escape to freedom rather than endure the ‘Stop/Start’ feature.

I tried a bike ride in the opposite direction in an effort to get to the bottom of the closed TPT. That involves cycling along the towpath through Altrincham, leaving the towpath for the TPT at Seamons Moss Bridge. I was pleased to see the work on the restoration of the bridge complete, and appropriate traffic calming bollards installed.

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Further on, the sweet smell of Himalayan Balsam mingled with the less attractive aroma of horse droppings, and whilst the leaves are only just starting to turn, the jay infested woodland by Carrington Moss has a distinctly autumn feel (though not temperature wise). Elsewhere, the blackberries that were so prolific in August have all but gone, and the nettles have started to die back. It’s still pretty dry though.

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From this west to east direction, the TPT closure was signed, and there was work going on that clearly was blocking the path. There was an easy diversion that I hadn’t spotted on Monday. It’s a shame that this sign hadn’t also been placed at the eastern end of the closure. The route I take is normally 18 km; the path closure added 2 km to that today. I got a good soaking on the 5 km back along the towpath from Stretford (see top picture). Perhaps it won’t seem so dry next time I go out.

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In between times the garden has needed attention, having apparently risen from the dead whilst we were away, and I finished Raymond Chandler’s ‘The Long Good-bye’ – a thoroughly enjoyable read despite a predictable ending.

That leads me to my next ‘book’ – my father’s diary that he kept from his retirement in May 1983, at the age of 60, to the end of his days in 1990. It’s a fascinating read that starts with all the effort needed to sort out the new house when he and Dot retired from Lincoln to live nearer most of their family in Staffordshire. I know that later it will become a difficult read as dad had to deal with a terminal illness, but in that relatively short period he did achieve a lot, including family biographies and even a novel, for which sadly he couldn’t find a publisher.

Dad’s diary is a lot different to this one, being a daily record of his activities and thoughts. It would be interesting to have his thoughts on Brexit. I wonder whether it would have depressed him as much as it depresses us.

4 comments:

Sir Hugh said...

I have walked on s few stretches of the Trans Pennine Trail and wondered if it would be an enjoyable trip to walk its whole considering the fact that it is essentially a bike trail. Maybe it's a bit boring in places, I suspect following old railway lines etc.

At least you are keeping us up to date - as my last post mentioned I lapsed for seventeen days and started receiving worried enquiries from regular readers. I reckon your future activities may need to allow sizeable chunks of time to continue your correspondence with my brother RR. Beware! He can be provoking.

afootinthehills said...

I have now discovered that if I use my 'afootinthehills' email address to post, the resize image page appears. I had been using my gmail address which does not show said resize page. Problem now solved. Thanks for your help Martin.

Gayle said...

"...the sweet smell of Himalayan Balsam mingled with the less attractive aroma of horse droppings..."

Personally, I reckon I prefer the latter to the former, particularly when the Himalayan Balsam is present in quantity. The section of canal along which I pass regularly has quite a bit of balsam at one point, and a bit further north runs close to some chicken barns. Even with my dislike of the intense sickly smell of the balsam, I'll take that any day over the aroma of chicken manure (insert gagging emoji here).

Phreerunner said...

Conrad - the TPT is very much a bridleway, and enjoyable though it is for cycling, if traveling on foot I would prefer to select footpaths in the main, though obviously not for negotiating my way under motorways. My dialogue with RR is hopefully entertaining, even if I do need to watch my stances (or should that be stanzas?).

Gibson - it's a pleasure, good luck!

Gayle - luckily we have no local chicken farms, according to my nostrils. The balsam will soon give way to some autumn colours, if I can draw myself away from the thousands of photos that need 'processing'. For 'processing' you could read 'mostly deleting'.