Before I even thought about trying to run the length of the Leeds-Liverpool canal, someone else in my family had already been clocking up the towpath miles. Despite what being part of what Jenni Murray described in her recent stand up rountine as “the hip-op generation”, mum regularly thinks nothing of getting up and cycling miles along the canal before she’s even had her breakfast. As someone who cycles on a biennial basis (having failed my Cycling Proficiency, the words “is still wobbly on her bike” are etched into my soul) I am in awe.
Last week I woke up to an email from mum, entitled “canalathon” and telling me all about her most recent adventures. Mum has agreed to let me share this with you. And so I present, my first guest blogger (who, hopefully, will be joining me on one of the legs of my journey).
Saddled up the bike today and did the 1st ride of the year, hardest bit was the motorway bridge on Moss Lane, as usual!
Managed bridge 80 to 88, got rather distracted by some intriguing steps into the valley/woodland near Withnell fold. It was marked down as a good walk for R and me. How far was that, do I need a bike Garmin ?
Kept being interrupted by jolly old men making wacky comments, like “have you got gears?”. Why? I said I even had a bell…
Grisly old man being closely followed by a very large duck goose; he actually leapt out in front and asked me to take the bird with me, he couldn’t shake it off. It’s like a strange alternative world down there on the tow path.
May have another try tomorrow, but must try and fit the bike into the car, it gets boring repeating the same bit.