We had arranged to stay in a B&B in Lancaster from the road a couple of nights before thanks to Susan contacting the local Tourist Information, so we knew where we were headed. Today was a complete variation from the CTC route which would have taken us off towards Slaidburn. We found out later that the two ladies had gone this way and turned into 96 mile day, having got lost a few times.
It was another hot and sunny day. John decided to squeeze a few extra pounds into the tyre that had gone down the night before and off we went. After no more than 100 yards, john’s tyre was flat again so it was a stop for a tube change. There was no sign of damage to the tube and we decided that it was likely that the valve hadn’t been closed properly. Somehow we managed to go around Chester City centre the wrong way and eventually found our way out on back streets. Once we had found the A41 it was 20 easy miles to Birkenhead to catch the ferry to Liverpool. We all stopped to admire the view across the Mersey as we rode into Birkenhead. A passer by, obviously and old slat, told us proudly that there was only one better skyline and that was at Shangai, and he had seen it.
The ferry was just preparing to leave as we arrived so we embarked and were away. It was a very short crossing but an opportunity to text folk where we are. Good Old Bob called me back to play Gerry and the Pacemakers down the phone to me!
We followed the coast road out of Liverpool heading for the A59. Suddenly we were in a very urban and busy environment again. It came as a bit of a shock after so many days riding through open country. We pressed on, stopping for lunch at a small park in Ormskirk, then on through Preston towards Lancaster. We had our first rain as we ran into Lancaster over the last 5 miles or so. But the riding over the day had been almost entirely flat and all on A roads.
The town centre was a fair walk away and it still being a wet evening we just went as far as the local Pizza Hut, but we were all satisfied when we left. Then a good nights sleep in a proper bed. We even had a TV to fall asleep to!
It was another hot and sunny day. John decided to squeeze a few extra pounds into the tyre that had gone down the night before and off we went. After no more than 100 yards, john’s tyre was flat again so it was a stop for a tube change. There was no sign of damage to the tube and we decided that it was likely that the valve hadn’t been closed properly. Somehow we managed to go around Chester City centre the wrong way and eventually found our way out on back streets. Once we had found the A41 it was 20 easy miles to Birkenhead to catch the ferry to Liverpool. We all stopped to admire the view across the Mersey as we rode into Birkenhead. A passer by, obviously and old slat, told us proudly that there was only one better skyline and that was at Shangai, and he had seen it.
The ferry was just preparing to leave as we arrived so we embarked and were away. It was a very short crossing but an opportunity to text folk where we are. Good Old Bob called me back to play Gerry and the Pacemakers down the phone to me!
We followed the coast road out of Liverpool heading for the A59. Suddenly we were in a very urban and busy environment again. It came as a bit of a shock after so many days riding through open country. We pressed on, stopping for lunch at a small park in Ormskirk, then on through Preston towards Lancaster. We had our first rain as we ran into Lancaster over the last 5 miles or so. But the riding over the day had been almost entirely flat and all on A roads.
The town centre was a fair walk away and it still being a wet evening we just went as far as the local Pizza Hut, but we were all satisfied when we left. Then a good nights sleep in a proper bed. We even had a TV to fall asleep to!
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