Weather: Fine and hot.
Distance:
23 km (14.3 miles) Total Distance: 3552 miles
I
slept like a log and got up for the breakfast that was in the overnight price –
another sign of changing times in Youth Hostels and very nice it was too.
Starting point for the day - River Weaver at Frodsham (Geograph - ROW17) |
I drove to Frodsham and parked outside the Bridge Inn with signs of the previous evenings drunkenness – a meal tipped over a car parked next to me. The first part of the walk took me down the river’s edge, under the motorway and around an ICI landfill site. I passed some bloke camping on a spit of wasteland just under the M56, not exactly a choice site.
This
was good bird watching country, particularly at this time of year. As the path cut back in again towards
Frodsham I passed a number of twitchers.
Just before I got to the motorway again the path cut back out again onto
the marsh. The path went westwards
though - not seemingly following the path marked on my 20 year old map.
I was beginning to enjoy this stretch in the
fine weather when all of a sudden it ended and I was in among a chemical
factory again. I was passed by a
seemingly very fit walker who strode past me with purpose. I asked him if he was off to Ellesmere Port
and he said yes, to do the shopping!
After a stretch along farm tracks and minor roads I ended up in the
village of Ince. I took refuge in the
church graveyard and dug into a packet of biscuits. The shade of the trees was much appreciated. I psyched myself up for the next stretch.
There
now followed a three-mile stretch through Stanlow Oil Refinery and past the
Associated Octel works that was being demolished. It wasn’t as bad as it may have been. There
was a decent pavement and not too much traffic.
I took a break in the Waterways Museum in Ellesmere Port – used their
loo and sat on a settee in the foyer and had a can of their pop.
St James church, Ince - a good graveyard for taking a rest (Geograph - Ian Nadin) |
Ellesmere Port map |
Waterways Museum at Ellesmere Port with a comfy sofa in the foyer. (Geograph - Martin Clark) |
There now followed another tortuous journey back to the car. I got a bus easily to Ellesmere Port by waking up on to the main road. In Ellesmere Port however there were no busses to Frodsham so I walked up to the railway station and asked the guard in the waiting train who advised me to get to Chester which was a journey in two trains – one back virtually to Eastham! Once in Chester I would have had an almost two hour wait for a train to Frodsham so decided to see if I could get a bus. It took a while to find the bus station and then another fair wait for a bus – time for a pint in a historic Chester pub and eventually back to Frodsham, a quick trig point bag and a drive home!
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