Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Cheshire

After Manchester I trudged towards Liverpool staying in a vile B&B on a farm near Altrincham. It wasn't vile really but seemed to have inadequate bathroom facilities for the guests - only one bathroom containing the one loo, all in bright turquoise. And the lock was rubbish so I barged in on a rather surprised older lady. I met her and her niece at breakfast and we had a good bitch about the place. They looked so nice before I got to them. The woman who ran the place obviously didn't like me and resented showing me round when I arrived as she was missing Wimbledon. It went downhill from there as I sat in the wrong place at breakfast - I wasn't allowed a placemat as I wasn't having cooked breakfast. I soon sorted that out. The dining room smelt of cat. I asked her husband for directions and she constantly told him he was getting it all wrong. Actually, thank you Mr B&B, your directions were great and I am sorry your wife is so ugly.

I walked through posh Cheshire and along the Manchester Ship Canal until it became the Mersey. The pubs were few and far between and closed. I eventually staggered the last few miles along the Mersey to the shite hole of a town Widnes. The pub where I was staying looked very rough at the end of a terraced street. My room was nice with a spectacular view of the Runcorn Bridge right outside my window. However, there were no eateries of any sort and the streets looked like the kind of place you'd get mugged. I went to bed hungry.

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