A nice flat walk
Martin’s new car needed a fettle, the fettling needed to be carried out at the garage in Stockport. Being as wot we hadn’t seen one another for quite some time (my fault, not his) we both thought it would be a bit of a wheeze to drive his car to the garage and then walk home. And so we did.
After delivering the only slightly poorly car do the garage we wandered into town, first for a leisurely coffee and then to visit the fine folk at Alpenstock, purveyors of equally fine outdoor gear. If you’ve not visited then you should – the staff are both knowledgeable and friendly…..and if you hang around long enough you’re likely to be plied with coffee. Not much not to like
Our route home predominantly followed the River Mersey – which rather conveniently (for us) flows through the centre of Stockport. The surface of the riverside path has been significantly improved of late and we walked at a pleasantly brisk pace.
A few snaps of our walk:
A sad reminder of the Stockport Air Crash, I remember it too well
Not quite the standard of graffiti the Martin has been used to of late!
Birdies
Tatton Arms, lorst and gorn
Tatton Weir
Another birdie
Where we went:
11.5 miles,mostly downhill.
FitBit….not
I haven’t got a FitBit but I frequently use a pedometer, so in case anyone is interested: 19368 steps – which seems about right to me.
Highlights of the walk: Alpenstock, Martin’s company (and his yummy cakes!), bits of the area I’d not previously walked, it only rained once. Oh, and we didn’t see Jo Brand – she was probably ahead of us by a few miles.
Thanks to Martin for the invite, his cakes and company – and the chance to catch up.
