Welcome to the second part of my Sandstone Trail walk. This leg took me from Tarporley to The Bickerton Poacher at Bulkeley, via Beeston Castle … a walk of roughly 9 miles this time …
So the deed was done and I walked roughly 36 miles over 3 days (34 miles of the trail plus some detours). I survived and even came out of it relatively unscathed, the only injury being to my left ankle which is healing slowly … I hope so as my next outing is only 3 weeks away!
I took as many photos as time would allow and, although there weren’t as many opportunities as I’d have liked, it’s taking a while to work through them and get them looking as I’d like. Bearing that in mind I thought I’d create three posts to reflect each day of the walk … so in this first post I’m covering the walk from Frodsham to Tarporley (roughly 15 miles).
They’re in chronological order but I can’t necessarily remember exactly where each was taken, so don’t expect a step-by-step walk through … it’s also about quality not quantity! They’re all meant to either mark a certain milestone in the walk or to evoke the feeling of a location. Anyway, enough waffle … hope you enjoy and I’d love to hear any comments you may have …
Sounds boring when you put it like that doesn’t it? But it isn’t, at least not if you pick the right places to walk. And what are the right places to walk? Anywhere that makes you happy, it’s as simple as that in my books.
Walking around a new town or city, discovering those seldom trod side roads and back alleys. Wandering along the many miles of canal tow paths … watching the barges slide slowly past, the anglers sat on the banks pitting their skills against the creatures of the (not so) deep. Discovering the beauties of the countryside along easy going paths, following the routes of long closed railway lines. A well prepared for, carefully planned route that takes you into what feels like the middle of nowhere and back again, along routes that are easier to see on a map than on the ground! Take your pick, they’re all valid.
My recent walks have tended to be in the Peak District National Park and the Shropshire Hills. Not only are they both beautiful and sometimes challenging areas, I don’t have to travel too far to reach them … which is a bonus.
I’ve a couple of outings in the pipework which I’ll hopefully post details and images of. Watch this space.