No Mel for company today, instead, really pushed the pace to ensure I was fit enough for the full restart.
Today's route was almost entirely down the A6, how on earth did this road serve as the main road North, its choca block now. The scenery has changed, more towns and villages, but practical villages not the quaint, gift shop filled villages of the Lake District. But thankfully more paths to walk on which reduces the intensity of trying to keep safe and dodge traffic, but also helps you to stride out because you can rely on the surface..... no pot holes!
Leave the family at Milnthorpe and plan to meet up in Lancaster where they are going shopping for the day. The walk to Carnforth is enjoyable alongside a lovely river for a couple of miles and with occasional glimpses of Morecombe Bay which looked beautiful in the sun.
Carnforth came and went, the 4 to 5 miles to Lancaster was fairly uninspiring and my thoughts dropped away into dates for the full restart and bloody hell Spurs are still top of the premiership.
Soon such thoughts were overtaken by the beauty of the river that runs through Lancaster, the stunning Cathedral and hopes that the mob hadn't spent too much shopping and that they had found a Costa or Starbucks! Whilst they had found a Starbucks they had also spent a fortune, but had SAVED far more!
We had a celebratory coffee and cake as Lancaster marked the half way point. With some pride the way home now seemed a little easier.
Leaving Lancaster and passing the stunning university and playing fields which appeared to go on for about 2 miles, thoughts moved to the next milestone, the 500 miles. I worked out this would be just after Galgate, which after 1 hour and 20 minutes appeared on the horizon. As I left the town I allowed myself to celebrate the 500 mile barrier. Quite a good 2 hours for milestones.
As if to celebrate a thunder storm, which had been threatening for a few hours, strikes. The first lightening seemed to be overhead the thunder followed seconds after. Before I could get the waterproofs out, I was soaked. Lucy passed me, having done more shopping about 300 yards from my finish point, I said to meet me at the campsite, in that 300 yards the skies opened and I got drowned again.
Somehow it didnt matter, these 2 days restored my confidence that I could finish, saw Mel do amazingly well and saw 2 more milestones fall. I rewarded myself in the pub that night with sausage, chips, bacon, eggs and beans, wholly unhealthy but who cares!
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