Telford - Warrington

That was more like it … a leisurely 60 miles up to Warrington and no spooky night rides or nightmare hills to deal with. 

I have managed to collect a couple of cycling injuries along the way though:  
my right knee has decided to stop working properly and two of the fingers on my left hand have gone numb ('cyclist's palsy' apparently - something to do with the nerves attached to the funny-bone). A bit annoying but nothing a few Nurofen and some brandy won't sort out.

I spent most of today sharing the A49 with weekend bikers, dusting off their Hondas, and hundreds of classic car enthusiasts. The car people are a funny old bunch, moving in pairs or threes, like grazing animals wary of danger and sticking close together for safety. 
I have to admit that it was made up for to see two beautiful specimens of my dream motor, the superfly Granada Mk 1. (both 3.0 ghia, for 70's classic car fans..)

It can be a bit tedious spending 6 hours a day listening to your own thoughts, even when they're as profound and diverse as mine, so the itunes have been keeping me entertained along the way. As well as music I loaded up with a fair few audiobooks and podcasts before I left.  Sherlock Holmes and Charles Bukowski have been good company, and I've had a few strange looks from oncoming traffic as I laughed my arse off to the Adam & Joe podcast. I thought I'd go all highbrow and get some Shakespeare in there as well, but the version of The Tempest I downloaded sounds as though John Gielgud is reading through a sieve full of rice in heavy rain. Maybe he was?

Up and on to Kirby Lonsdale tomorrow, and if my knee makes it I'll be knocking on for halfway...

Thanks to Tom Sav's Mum for putting me up tonight. Come round for a brew any time you're in SE22, Marlene!

Mañana - Hx