Zipping through Cheshire
Bomere Heath to Acton Bridge (near Runcorn) 49 Miles.
Stayed at a great little place last night, though maybe the owners were a little too houseproud. On arriving we were ordered to stay in the ante room and strip off all our clothes, putting them in a pile on the floor. They said they would wash and dry them for us. All seemed a bit odd, and I was also a bit concerned that they would shrink them all (being lycra, Gore-Tex etc). I suggested they didn't need to worry, I'd just rinse them out in the sink (like we had being doing the previous 7 nights), which was met with disdain "oh no, the sinks are strictly for washing hands and faces only". Turns out they had fitted out all the rooms of their £35 a night B&B with antique furniture, they didn't want any scruffy visitors getting grubby marks on them. Fair enough I suppose but all a bit bizarre. They served us the most fantastic meal in the evening, three courses with wine, £15 a head - can't beat it really, just fantastic home cooked grub, all plates left empty and polished.
Woke up this morning to a stiff tail wind and had a blast through Cheshire, stopping just briefly for drinks en-route and arriving at our destination before lunch. Spend the morning bobbling in and out of Wales, but obviously now approaching north Wales as more of the signs now have Welsh first, English second.
For the past week we have been having fairly light lunches as there was cycling afterwards but with today being a slightly shorter day with a stiff tailwind I thought I'd push on and get here for lunch. Had been dreaming all the way here of having a really nice Sunday roast, couple of pints etc etc. When ones order arrives within 4 minutes of being placed you generally know you're in trouble - it can hardly be freshly prepared. The roast was beyond recognition (the waitress said it was beef, when it was actually lamb, it was that far gone beyond anything edible) and the vegetables were boiled sometime last week and kept simmering I think. On going for a stroll later there was a sign outside the pub "full time chef required" which I think just about said it all. Quite the worst meal I've had in years, really poor. Never mind though, life goes on etc.
Stats for the day:
Time spent cycling 3hrs 7 minutes (by far the shortest day so far)
Average Speed: 15.5mph (by far the quickest, thanks to tail wind)
Max speed: 35.5mph
Distance done: 420 miles
Distance to do: 600 miles
Crappy sunday lunches eaten: 1
Stayed at a great little place last night, though maybe the owners were a little too houseproud. On arriving we were ordered to stay in the ante room and strip off all our clothes, putting them in a pile on the floor. They said they would wash and dry them for us. All seemed a bit odd, and I was also a bit concerned that they would shrink them all (being lycra, Gore-Tex etc). I suggested they didn't need to worry, I'd just rinse them out in the sink (like we had being doing the previous 7 nights), which was met with disdain "oh no, the sinks are strictly for washing hands and faces only". Turns out they had fitted out all the rooms of their £35 a night B&B with antique furniture, they didn't want any scruffy visitors getting grubby marks on them. Fair enough I suppose but all a bit bizarre. They served us the most fantastic meal in the evening, three courses with wine, £15 a head - can't beat it really, just fantastic home cooked grub, all plates left empty and polished.
Woke up this morning to a stiff tail wind and had a blast through Cheshire, stopping just briefly for drinks en-route and arriving at our destination before lunch. Spend the morning bobbling in and out of Wales, but obviously now approaching north Wales as more of the signs now have Welsh first, English second.
For the past week we have been having fairly light lunches as there was cycling afterwards but with today being a slightly shorter day with a stiff tailwind I thought I'd push on and get here for lunch. Had been dreaming all the way here of having a really nice Sunday roast, couple of pints etc etc. When ones order arrives within 4 minutes of being placed you generally know you're in trouble - it can hardly be freshly prepared. The roast was beyond recognition (the waitress said it was beef, when it was actually lamb, it was that far gone beyond anything edible) and the vegetables were boiled sometime last week and kept simmering I think. On going for a stroll later there was a sign outside the pub "full time chef required" which I think just about said it all. Quite the worst meal I've had in years, really poor. Never mind though, life goes on etc.
Stats for the day:
Time spent cycling 3hrs 7 minutes (by far the shortest day so far)
Average Speed: 15.5mph (by far the quickest, thanks to tail wind)
Max speed: 35.5mph
Distance done: 420 miles
Distance to do: 600 miles
Crappy sunday lunches eaten: 1
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