Day 28 – still chugging along….

Garstang to Preston. 21.83 miles, 449 ft of elevation, 39,142 steps

Same old today, except it was wet. Garstang was surprisingly nice. Good pub grub last night and a fabulous old sweet shop spotted this morning. Unfortunately I was too early to buy anything but they had all the old jars of sweets in the shop. A public healthy nightmare….

A detour to Sainsbury’s on the way out of town and the purchase of an upgraded umbrella was I have to say, genius! £8 well spent

No sooner had I returned to the canal than the rain started and basically carried on all day.

So on we plod. Not a single interaction with any individual today other than Mr A&R Rothen Ltd. ‘Comet’ she was not. It was like one of those slow overtakes on the motorway when there is no discernible difference in speed between two lorries. We chatted, then it got a bit awkward as we carried on for ages at the same speed but with his engine he could not hear much. In the end I blinked first and stopped for a drink of water and a photo …… I then just saw his back for the next two hours.

What else on such an exciting day….

I spotted a carton of milky floating in the canal looking ready to explode and full of cheese. I imagined a sell buy date of 2010 and some properly rank contents but on further inspection the sell by date was mid September. So disappointed – I didn’t even bother to open it.

A small aqueduct (single span) but built in the late 1700’s was worthy of an extra look and on taking the few steps down for a photo spotted a photo of a dog … a lovely moment. Good on you Meg, you and all other loving companions sleep well .

Outside of the radio coverage of the Supreme Court adding a further chapter to this interminable issue of ‘he who shan’t be named’ there was little to make the miles tick by.

I am not sure what they are expecting between bridge 25 and 19 but it looks like they could be planning for a mini Armageddon.

Anyway this man has come prepared and built himself the worst looking Nuclear bunker/boat ever… is it a boat, a shed or just a load of crap. I told you, the canals are a hoarders heaven. There is no way that this could possibly be remotely water right. What does he do when the siren sounds…..

It seemed fitting that as I approached Preston it would still be raining. Not proper rain, just that depressing drizzle. The only town that still has a thriving tanning shop tells you a lot.

I began to despair but finally found the Adelphi pub. It will forever be a refuge …..