Feeling: 👍 but 🤷♂️📱
So Far: 522.59 miles, 172:19 hours
The towpath from Bolton-le-Sands where I’d stayed overnight was tarmaced all the way to, and beyond, Lancaster. Unlike yesterday it was also deserted, with the few people I came across, heads covered and bowed against the weather and – like me – not keen to stop and discuss how awful the weather was, how nice it had been yesterday and how I was going the wrong way etc.
I took a slight diversion into Lancaster to do some admin, have a coffee and cheese scone, and at last find my map – I hadn’t expected to be pleased to see Liverpool.
I have another full day tomorrow on the Lancaster Canal but have already run out of things to say about it. It’s level (no locks) all the way from Tewitfield (halfway yesterday) to Preston (tomorrow evening) and has some impressive aqueducts like this one over the River Lune at Lancaster.
Have you had enough photos of a bridge over the canal yet? Barge envy, Gav?
The afternoon rain was torrential as I pressed onto ugly-named Garstang. To get The Proclaimers’ ‘500 Miles’ out of my head (thanks, Sue!) and because Johnnie W’s not on for another week (not a fan, Tom?) I needed my iPod, but it was just too wet.
At the end of the day I suffered a sense of humour failure, an equipment failure (my phone and map-my-walk stopped three miles short – in fact I did 19 miles today), and a hotel reception service failure, but I’m happier now. Tomorrow I press on to Preston.