After a great nights sleep in a B&B, we both felt homesick and missing our girls. James looked a bit crumpled for the first time on this trip.
The CTC route recommended a higgledy piggledy route throught the North West to the Trough of Bowland in Lancs, "A difficult day". We opted to ferry cross the Mersey and whizz straight up along the A59(?) to Preston. Worked a treat, heading off on flat Wirral roads before rolling straight onto the ferry where James enjoyed his tea so much he chucked it over the side.
Looking at the map ahead, I thought we might be heading straight up my (Mikes) little sisters High St in Penwortham, Preston. Popped in for tea and a chat just catching the rest of the family: Bro in lawRob, Lucas, Olivia and new baby Lexy before heading off towards hills again.
Gradual climb up from Preston and an amazingly early (6.30) finish for us. Nothing whatever to do in one pub village but go to one pub, where we nursed our drinks and sat in a bizarre family room (vaccum and chairs, jigsaws etc strewn everywhere), watching Charlie and Ewan go the 'heavily supported' way round. We'd love to have a production team with croissants following us every day.
Liz and Gina, two ladies from Somerset doing the same tour as us, limped in at 11.30, having taken Mr Langdons excellent route, doing over 30 miles more than our 70 odd. The warden at Slaidburn warned us we'd have to be back for 11 or be locked out, which seemed a tad
draconian. In most hostels the rule is: 'No staff on reception after 11.' Despite the YHA being a national organisation, each hostel has its own identity and quirks. Happily for us, if there is one village in the UK where you don't mind being treated like a naughty teenager, it's Slaidburn.The CTC route recommended a higgledy piggledy route throught the North West to the Trough of Bowland in Lancs, "A difficult day". We opted to ferry cross the Mersey and whizz straight up along the A59(?) to Preston. Worked a treat, heading off on flat Wirral roads before rolling straight onto the ferry where James enjoyed his tea so much he chucked it over the side.
Looking at the map ahead, I thought we might be heading straight up my (Mikes) little sisters High St in Penwortham, Preston. Popped in for tea and a chat just catching the rest of the family: Bro in lawRob, Lucas, Olivia and new baby Lexy before heading off towards hills again.
Gradual climb up from Preston and an amazingly early (6.30) finish for us. Nothing whatever to do in one pub village but go to one pub, where we nursed our drinks and sat in a bizarre family room (vaccum and chairs, jigsaws etc strewn everywhere), watching Charlie and Ewan go the 'heavily supported' way round. We'd love to have a production team with croissants following us every day.
Liz and Gina, two ladies from Somerset doing the same tour as us, limped in at 11.30, having taken Mr Langdons excellent route, doing over 30 miles more than our 70 odd. The warden at Slaidburn warned us we'd have to be back for 11 or be locked out, which seemed a tad
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