Six of us assembled at the Bells of Peover for one of Andrew's short evening strolls.
We started at 7pm, suitably refreshed, and soon passed the Tree of Imagination (2015).
The main purpose of this blog is to keep in touch with friends and family, and maybe entertain others with common interests, particularly in relation to the outdoors. We hope you enjoy it, and your comments are valued....
Six of us assembled at the Bells of Peover for one of Andrew's short evening strolls.
We started at 7pm, suitably refreshed, and soon passed the Tree of Imagination (2015).
We haven't taken part in many running races this year, but tonight we enjoyed an 8.5km trail race in the woodlands of Alderley Park. The Barbers were also there, and between us we all (apart from Greg who was 7th) came first, second or third in our respective age groups. Jeanette was supporting, and Laura was also running - warming up when the selfie was taken.
We congregated at the Glasshouse before the start.
I've agreed to try to update some walk descriptions in Tony Bowerman's guidebook entitled 'Walks in Mysterious Cheshire and Wirral', originally published in 1990.
I'm in separate correspondence with Tony, but I hope the pictures in this posting may supplement my observations on the text.
This walk, number 14 in the book, starts from the Bulls Head in Kerridge. A suitable 'what3words' starting point is: filed.rank.votes
A sign is passed near where the Redway Tavern used to be a starting point for mid-week evening walks that provided a break to our working week. After one post walk visit with a number of friends I recall being accosted at work the following day with the words "You hijacked our quiz!" After encouraging us to take part, regulars were upset when we deprived them of their weekly free drinks vouchers.
330 runners and walkers duly assembled at 9am on 20 July 2024. The Run Director, Scarlett, brought everyone to order.
Switching from Friday to Wednesday meant that Grandad Martin had sole custody of Isabella on this week's visit, as Grandma Sue was swimming and paddleboarding in the Lake District.
We had a lovely day, starting with a biscuit factory in our kitchen. The three year old has become an expert mixer of ingredients, (even whilst finishing her mid morning snack!) and I no longer need to be poised with a brush to remove spilt debris!
In fact, every last drop from the bowl went into the biscuits (if not the little girl's digestive system).