Lunch was at The Wheatsheaf in the High St of Whitchurch where we were pleasantly served from the light menu. Discussion varied from emigrating to N Z and how to navigate from Wales to Dublin.
On the shorter return journey, we stopped at the newly re-opened Swan pub in Marbury which Clive checked out; it turns out to be a Brunning pub, a breakaway from the well known Brunning & Price group. On it’s website it says, ‘The pub is an institution unique to England, and there is nothing more English. It is not an American bar, darkened still by the long shadow or Prohibition; not a French cafe, where people sunnily drink aperitifs on the pavement; not a Bavarian beer-hall, full of swaying and noise” ..........Michael Jackson (the famous beer writer not the slightly well-known singer).
We rode back through Chorley, Bunbury and Tilston hoping to beat the rain forecast for 3pm ish. Sheltering in The Old Fire Station at Tarporley with cake, we missed one shower before returning to Rose Farm. Macca was glad to report no ill effects on his new knee (not sure about the rear end) having covered 53 miles at 12.6 average
|Photo by Macca|