Started at 9am this morning for the Wirral on my own. The morning was grey and close and a mist hung near, but there was not a breath of wind. At Leigh I picked up with two cyclists bound for Chester who did not know an inch of the road. Before I left them at Lowton I put them right and then continued myself to Earlstown. I expected some atrocious roads on my journey, but found them pretty good on the whole, as the road to Liverpool has a gruesome name. Beyond St Helens there were some poor patches owing to road repairing and widening, anyway it is weary enough and beyond Prescot there was a continual row of houses at the roadsides all the way to Liverpool. At last I reached Liverpool Pier Head. I had ten minutes to wait for the Seacombe Ferry and another ten minutes before it started, but there were plenty of interesting things to see, despite the squalid outlook. One fine looking liner interested me greatly.
Soon I was out on the road again, at just after 12 noon, and running through Liscard I reached the promenade at New Brighton. I soon left it however, and after a little winding about in Wallasey, I reached the motorised highway to West Kirby. Opposite Leasowe Castle I stayed at a café for lunch at 1pm, and left at 2. Left at the village, then, at Moreton right, and soon I came to Meols and Hoylake, where I spent ten minutes on the promenade. West Kirby came into sight, and beyond the village I walked the long hill to the beacon, where I got some fine views of Hilbre Island and the Welsh hills across the Dee Estuary.
The road, now hilly, became packed with motor traffic as Thurstaston was passed, and beyond Heswall the countryside moderated to the usual flatness of Cheshire, and I had a good run through to Chester. Without stopping I took the Warrington road to Mickle Trafford where I had tea at 4.30pm. Then a scamper through Helsby to Frodsham, turning into the bylanes at Sutton Weaver, to Norcott Brook and Stretton on the Tarporley road. Then Appleton to the Knutsford road and across to Lymm, Warburton, Glazebury etc to home. The Wirral, to my mind, is pretty ‘common’.
125 miles, 12 hours
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