Just a wee 33 miler today. Had the energy to keep going, but I was faced with a navigational minefield. Throngs of A roads, dual carriage ways and motorways were surrounding me. I needed time to plot my route for the next day where I would be Liverpool bound, the part of the journey I was absolutely dreading.
Rainy, feeling sorry for myself and oddly panicky in Chester, I sat in a christian cafe and nursed a steaming sugary cup of tea and gobbled an egg sandwich. Pondered over my maps but could make neither head nor tail of it all. It seemed that it was going to be impossible to find a scenic way to bypass the traffic. But then... As though sent from the holy man himself... I saw a tourist brochure for the Wirral Pensinsula. I'd never even heard of this area before, but if I followed the Wirral Way (despite the fact that I'd be adding about 20 miles more to my journey) I would bypass the majority of ugliness en route to Birkenhead!
With a hop skip and a jump I headed back into the rain to find a campsite near Chester. Hot and flustered again and having a mini meltdown as traffic roared past me, I desperately tried to find myself a nice-ish campsite. An elderly chap noticing that I'd been stood in the rain looking at my map for about 10 minutes kindly offered me a cuppa that in my stressed state I turned down. Perhaps I should have had that tea.
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| Laundry day... Once I finally found a campsite! |
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| Thought I'd be indulgent and treat myself |
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| Making friends wherever I go |
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Thanks for sharing.
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