hello again. Well, last night was spent by the Shropshire Union Canal, in the car park of the Shroppie Fly pub, in Audlem, where we had fish, chips and guinness with John and Ellie last night, before they left us and went home to Lower Peover. South Cheshire was fascinating, and preferable to the initial impression given at Mere. Lovely old, red brick farm houses, albeit with the odd helicopter pad in the garden. Undulating countryside, quiet roads, and very generous people stopping to add weight to my bucket. OK, it did rain a bit in the last hour, but it was a lovely day - and Frank rode 12 miles with me, which was a splendid effort on his part. Northwich was gorgeous (but no donations) and the canal was fascinating, and chock a block with longboats - but a broadband no go area - so we felt very at home.
Wednesday morning, and it stopped raining (as Granny W says "rain before 7, fine before 11") so, after a canalside walk for Muff, F and I, I set off southwards, with a following wind. Market Drayton was fab. - a proper town, and there was a market going on. Frank and I got briefly separated, but were reunited for our sandwiches just before I hit a stretch of A road which turned out to be the main road from Holyhead to the M6 and was therefore quite busy with lorries. Anyway, we fetched up, 30 miles!!!!!!! under our belt, in the Wyke, Telford, in an equestrian centre. Lovely, long distance views over what we think is Cannock Chase and splendid dog walks to keep man's best friend happy. Tomorrow we will try and get south of Brum, and well on our way to Borsetshire (sorry Sue!)
Rickshaw riding is fun, and a wonderful way to see Britain slowly and make friends and meet people. Maybe we should all get one..............