Post:     The area around Winwick now is nothing like Charlie’s description, it is heavily built upon, mostly houses, and is very close to a very busy motorway intersection between the M6 (north and south directions) and the M62 connecting Liverpool and Manchester.  And one of the original cyclists meeting places, the Old Swan is now a busy eatery for motorists.   

Saturday, July 11                                            Winwick

              I thought that it was about time I showed my face with the club, and as today’s run is only very short, I thought that it would not interfere with tomorrow (early start for Derbyshire).  As one of the lady members has said, I am away from the club for months at a time, and everyone thinks it a wonder when I do turn up.  We pottered to Winwick via Glazebury and Culcheth in pleasant, unfrequented lanes, arriving there quite early.  The garden of Honeysuckle Cottage was at its best – and there was some luscious fruit there, too!

The talk at teatime was all about holidays; I found that the majority had been to Wales, then in order of popularity the Lakes and Scotland, and I learned that everywhere had the same wonderfully fine and clear weather conditions.

After a walk around the churchyard to try and locate an old, carved, stone to which a curious legend is attached, we started back behind the main body, and quickly reached Lowton, from where the terrible setts had to be endured on the way home.  Club runs are worthwhile if only for the sociability they create; I think there is nothing like a cycling club for the companionship they engender, and for drawing the best out of one.  Of course, I cannot compare them to the glorious weekend life awheel which Tom and I jointly pursue.                                                      35 miles