Milk Race

As predicted, Route 6 beckoned yesterday afternoon - though it took us over rather than under the M1. We picked up the turn near the Chetwynd Barracks that we’d missed on our previous excursion in this direction and then lost the route again in Breaston, just after the M1 crossing, by which time we were ready to turn back anyway (though we ended up – somewhat annoyingly – just half a mile short of our thirty mile target.) Oh well, there’s always next time…

And we postponed this week’s walk until tomorrow (aren’t Bank Holidays brilliant, as that Paul Whitehouse character might well have said...), opting instead to brave the delights of a trip into town to see the Milk Race. We even managed to talk Tom into coming with us (Katie is camping with the Guides until Wednesday – aren’t Half Terms brilliant, too!) on the promise that we’d buy him dinner and not make him brave the countryside with us on Monday. We had a wander round the stalls and bagged a very good spot outside Waterstones for the Ladies’ Race. And later on Beck made me buy a very nice jacket and took us to Wagamamas for a Firecracker curry and ice cream balls…