At the Dover Lock yesterday afternoon we had a photo session with the Wigan Observer, had a chat with the two cyclists who were doing Lands End to John o’Groats, ate our evening meal in the pub as a thank-you to the landlord (although this was not a condition of him allowing us to camp overnight in his carpark), and had a good night’s sleep trying not to worry about the rats, ferrets and mink nibbling our wiring.
As usual for the past 8 or 9 days, we awoke to the drumming of rain on the roof. Unusually, the rain stopped as I set out at 7 am. Even more unusually, there was no more rain during the walk. In fact, it is still, so far, a rain-free day.
I walked alone for 6 kms along the Leigh Branch of the Leeds and Liverpool Canal. At the junction where it meets the main line, near Wigan Pier, I met Frank Dawber, the founder and leader of the Walters Walking Club. He had told me to look out for a 6 feet 4 inch, good looking sort of fellow. I can confirm that he is tall.
We walked on, both in good company, to Duxbury, near Adlington, south of Chorley, where Gay was waiting for us. A nice cup of tea, then Frank set off for home and we drove to yet another farm campsite, where we are now located in a field very close to the M61 motorway.
Distance covered. 20.5 kms. 1780.5 to date. 4 more days to go.
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