Day 59 - A Visit from Legs (29/8/2016)

Another day that started low but ended high.

It poured last night, so I had to pack up my wet tent this morning, load up Pouch with far too much food, and trudge out of my lair slowly. I struggled through, eventually finding myself at the summit of Mount Grey lock, which had the nicest views I've seen since the Whites.

With a Powerade in hand, followed by coffee,

I'd just checked Facebook to find someone chatty, 

when out on the terrace there arose such a clatter. 

I sprang from my bench to see what was the matter. 

Away to the window I flew like a flash, 

when what to my wondering eyes should appear, 

but Legs! And Foggy! (sadly, no reindeer) *

I hadn't seen Foggy since the 100 mile wilderness, and thought Legs and friends were well ahead of me. Timber and Pinky Purple followed. The meeting of friends once again rejuvenated me, and I managed the next 7 miles at a better than 3 mph pace.

Now I'm bunked down in the Parish Hall of a Catholic Church in Cheshire.

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Start: My secret lair

End: St Mary's, Cheshire‎

Distance: 15.6 miles‎

* To the descendants of Clement Clark Moore: I'm sorry.