After Monday’s experience, I slept most of Tuesday, so it was only today that I could scout the rest of my run, which takes place next Sunday.  I started at 11.30 this morning, and called for a friend who, I hope, will be a likely recruit for the CTC.  It was noon before we left his home, and made our way via the bylanes to Walkden and Barton.  My companion, I discovered, was no mean rider, for we reached Altrincham in surprising time.  The weather seems to have taken up, and now a hot sun, and no wind made an ideal summer day.  My friend, being a recruit (as I have said) knew little of the countryside away from the precincts of Bolton, therefore I was anxious to show him the best that today’s route would allow me.  Halfway up Dunham Hill, on Chester road, we made a detour via Rostherne, and the bylanes to Mere corner.  He was much impressed with this pretty ‘bit’, and when I led him along the secondary road around Tatton Park, and into Knutsford’s oldest streets, he became quite enthusiastic.  Half a mile along Chelford road, we turned right along a slushy lane, soon joining the Holmes Chapel road, but turning off again towards Middlewich, and, traversing its narrow streets, we joined first the Winsford road then the Northwich road.  A picturesque point of this district are the massive wooden signposts.  One such near Davenham, with an old pump beside it, would make a fine subject for camera or sketch book (note).

Northwich was now reached, and the road by Brunner Mond’s huge chemical works to Comberbach, then Gt. Budworth for tea.  We had a walk after tea round this rural, old fashioned village, and in the old church, then the road to High Legh.  I could not help taking my companion to see the infinite charms of Arley and Swineyard Hall, and to give him a complete idea of this rich county, we entered Warburton Old Church.  As always, we completed our journey via Chat Moss, Glazebury etc, arriving home at 9.30pm.  With the help of such a wonderful county as Cheshire, I have succeeded in impressing him with this incomparable method of travel, and its limitless scope, and at the time of writing he has become a member of the CTC.  I wonder what he will think of Beeston?  I shall certainly show him this part as soon as possible.  He afterwards told me that his appetite had doubled!                                                                                                          83 miles