I should have seen Tom at Stretford this morning, but owing to my cape being wrecked last week, and a persistent drizzle this morning, I was not allowed to turn out.  I was sorry and spent a rotten time inside until it had cleared up sufficiently for parental consent, so at 2.15, I started for the most likely place to find him, Mrs Wade’s at Acton Bridge.  I was in fine form, and soon left Bolton’s drab satellites behind, Glazebury being reached in short time.  Crossing Chat Moss – memories – I came over Warburton Bridge, through Heatley, and uphill via Broom Edge to High Legh.  Beyond here, the Spring has made the countryside look exceedingly fresh, being enhanced by the many half-timbered and otherwise old-fashioned homesteads.  I soon reached Great Budworth, taking now the zig-zag route via Comberbach to Little Leigh, down to Acton Bridge, and uphill to Mrs Wade’s at 4.30.  Tom had been, but I had missed him by an hour.  He had waited one and a half hours for me.  Some of the Manchester DA came in, so I had tea with them and afterwards a merry hour, leaving at 7pm.  Decided to take the same route, but at High Legh, I turned for Bucklow Hill.  From Mere corner, I soon reached Altrincham, and the crowded streets of Stretford, then Barton, Worsley, and home for 9.45.            45 miles