Was I comatosed by the sweet aroma of the prolific Himalayan Balsam plants that lined the route? I seemed to fly around the first half of the wheel without being aware of what I had passed. Time travel on two wheels.
Before I knew it I was in Avenham Park, encountering and trying to avoid the deafened walkers tuned in to their music and the dogs on ever longer leads. Peace returned through the docks. Here I noticed for the first time a signage for an engineering award bestowed on the Guild Wheel.
I’m not sure when I was last here but the groundwork on the Western Link Road has gone on apace. Roads are already tarmacked and the expansive and no doubt expensive bridge over the canal completed. It will be interesting to see where they route our Guild Wheel.
I call in for a coffee and a rather expensive slice of cake at the Final Whistle in the university sports ground.
The only field left in Cottam has sprouted houses since my last visit. Where have all the flowers gone?
I was getting weary by the time I reached Red Scar.
Twenty-one miles and what do you get? Another day older and stiff in the neck.
This was In my head as I rode around the Wheel, it’s been there since my childhood, inspired by –
Sixteen Tons! One of the many fine songs I used to stick on the Jukebox in the Weaver’s Arms on Rochdale Road in Manchester. St. Peter don’t you call me ‘cos I can’t go….
‘Muscle and blood’ We had a ‘Weavers Arms in Longridge once.