Wednesday, 26th May.      10 miles.     Worksop to Killamarsh. I found myself changing trains in Sheffield, but all went well and I was in Worksop by 9.30. Getting out of Worksop was more pleasant than getting in on the Eastern side had been – that old adage “West End Girls” comes to mind as I hum … Continue reading THE CUCKOO WAY. FOUR.