reohn2 wrote:I know those places well and cycle the tracks and trails there often,I also stop and eat at the Strawbery Duck and Turton Towers,I may see you there
Look out for two grey haired fifty-somethings with mud spattered trouser bottoms, staying at the Strawbury Duck (strange spelling and very odd name anyway) and occasionally using their dark blue Citroen C1 to flit off and visit relatives. But mostly just tramping the trails in their walking boots. I told my mother we were going up there and she was reminiscing and saying how beautiful it was up there and how she misses all the long walks she did with my father when they lived in that area.
When they retired my parents went to live in Ireland, close to my father's birthplace. This is where they were, in the middle of countryside but apart from walking on roads, and in the grounds of the agricultural college, there was nowhere for them to walk. They missed the walking opportunities they had taken for granted in England.
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