This was my first bike & wild camping trip after an operation earlier this year, which was for cancer but turned out not to be cancer after all. So lucky. After a fairly long recovery period, I seemed to be OK again, so decided to combine a cycle camping trip with having lunch with Dad. I packed my camping stuff on my Brompton, and took the train to Stoke-on-Trent, from where I rode north through Staffordshire and Cheshire. I found a brilliant place to camp wild, on a hill above the Dane Valley, and then the following day, met Dad for lunch at the Windmill Inn near Poynton. Then I got the train back to London. "Stoke to Stockport" perhaps sounds sort of dull, but it was gorgeous trip. Stockport is where I was born.
4 окт 2024