You left me at the Bay Horse, on the edge of Rivington Reservoir. A lesser man would have taken the easy option and caught the No. 125 into Horwich, or even headed back to Adlington station and made the short hop to Blackrod (such evocative names). But not Retired Martin, oh no. Ignoring the drizzle,… Continue reading THE QUIET NIGHT IN AT B33R@33
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Sorry, you’ve missed Aunty Ginger
The big question, is it Aunt or Auntie ? Which camp are you in ? Dick and Dave Southworth (other acceptable Americans are available) will be in torment today as they realise they’ve missed “Everyone’s Favourite Camp Auntie” due to my laziness in bringing this blog up to date. Into Greater Bolton. We arrived in… Continue reading Sorry, you’ve missed Aunty Ginger
HOT PIES IN HORWICH
Yes, I know I haven’t told you about Lancaster yet. But you can only really follow Chorley Cakes with Horwich pies. Lots of lovely contours for this one (Note to Cambridge readers ; they indicate hills). Horwich was heaving on Saturday, full of road racers, leisure cyclists, horse riders, and families walking from car to… Continue reading HOT PIES IN HORWICH
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