The canal along here is quite twee, some of the bankside gardens reminded me of those along the Water of Leith heading into Edinburgh. There’s something about a watercourse that brings out character.
Ellesmere is quite a pretty town in places and there were lots of orchids on the castle mound.
A mere indeed.
Either someone has painted a theatrical backdrop onto the sky, or that’s Wales over there…
The acme and apotheosis of moist.
The forecast is – moist.
Moist indeed.
The epitome of moist.
Gestural architecture.
But in a good way – Loggerheads is an actual village, still in Staffordshire, just about.
Poignant memorial overlooking the pool at Wharf.
Seriously, some of the nettles on this footpath were taller than me.
I was hoping that if I sat by a nursing home to change my dressings a nurse might appear…
There’s only one way to the pub…
This is, seriously, a public footpath.
Through the fields of barley, not too bad…
I envied this sheep its cosy barn.
Complete with bijou bridges.
Oh joy, everything is wet again.
Moist…
As moist a footpath as anything on the Hebridean Way.
Footpath getting a bit obscure…
Hundreds and hundreds of frightened young gamebirds in pens!
This is a public footpath…
Oh dear…
On this occasion a noisy main road actually provided an interlude of pleasant walking.
I’d say they definitely need a water management scheme here.
This section of the towpath forms part of an actually quite well known Way.
It was a bit drier here and there was hardly anyone about.
You get a view of the Moss from the towpath, it’s a wild and woolly looking place alright and famous for dragonflies.
This pretty plantation was positively pleasant.
Staffordshire still had one more trick up its sleeve. It says this stile was installed by The Ramblers, I bet they’re annoyed.
That well-known Way!
Famously, the Welsh spare no expense on their welcomes.