Today David joined us for our walk to Church Stratton, while Toby and Will were still with us.

As usual for an upcoming 50+km day, we had an earlier start and left Whictchurch heading for Church Stretton. Whitchurch is the oldest continuously inhabited town in Shropshire, although there is evidence from various discovered artifacts that people lived in this area about 3,000 BC. Flakes of flint from the Neolithic era were found in nearby Dearnford Farm.

Shrewsbury was to be our lunch stop so we headed off down a “quiet” B-road that turned out to be not so quiet at all. Fairly flat farmlands were the main view of the day, and as usual the fields of cows were much more interested in us than we were in them.

We walked through the lovely town of Wem – the name of the town is derived from the Old English wamm, meaning a marsh, as marshy land exists in the area of the town. Over time, this was corrupted to form “Wem”. This area is believed to have been settled prior to the Roman Conquest of Britain, by the Cornovii – Celtic Iron Age settlers.

As we walked into Shrewsbury, we walked along our first sighting of the River Severn (longest river in Great Britain) – we will see it again next week as we cross back from Wales. Its later Welsh name Amwythig means “fortified place”. The town centre has a largely-unspoilt medieval street plan and over 660 listed buildings  including several examples of timber framing from the 15th and 16th centuries. Shrewsbury is the birthplace of Charles Darwin where he lived for 27 years.

Never ones to miss an opportunity, we passed the Shrewsbury HSBC Branch and stopped for a photo, the local team even joining in safely from behind their barrier.

Just as we left Shrewsbury we passed yet another milestone – 900 km walked so far. We then started our walk down the A49 – it was so busy that there was no opportunity for photographs – and we eventually arrived in Church Stretton safe and sound. We said goodbye to Toby and Will – huge thanks to them for joining us for a couple of days – it is much appreciated

Tomorrow we head for Leominster and a day off!

Today we were joined by Toby & Will, so together with Greg, Nick and Helena we were quite a crowd as we headed down the road to Whitchurch.

We left Warrington slightly earlier today as we had a 53km route ahead of us. Warrington was founded by the Romans at an important crossing place on the River Mersey. A new settlement was then established by the Saxons. By the Middle Ages, Warrington had emerged as a market town at the lowest bridging point of the river. The local tradition of textile and tool production dates from this time.

The local branch of HSBC was on our route so we took the opportunity for another photo of us in front of the branch.

We walked past the Warrington Wolves Halliwell Jones stadium (They are nicknamed the Wire after the wire-drawing industry in the town) and then crossed over the Mersey (forgot to take a photo) and the Manchester Ship Canal, of which Construction began in 1887, took six years and cost £15 million (equivalent to about £1.65 billion in 2011).

We walked over the Bridgewater Canal – which is described as the first great achievement of the canal age, although the Sankey Canal opened earlier. Bridgewater captured the public imagination because of its engineering feats; it required the construction of an aqueduct to cross the River Irwell, and a tunnel at Worsley. We then crossed the Acton Swing Bridge across the River Weaver.

An important milestone. – we both have now walked more then one million steps so far – with two weeks walking still to go.

A bit more walking past some nice houses and open countryside and then a nice setting in a pub garden for lunch (no beer unfortunately)

A long walk down the A49 (and dodging a good amount of traffic) in the lovely sunshine and then Greg was there in a layby with Teas and Coffees.

Another long stretch of the A49 (more to come tomorrow) and finally we reached the hotel – a long day indeed – 53.65km. We now say goodbye to Helena, Greg (outstanding chaperone) and Nick – we really do appreciate them taking time out to walk with us.

Today we were expecting the weather to be a bit kinder to us as we continued on towards Warrington. We were joined today by Greg, Helena and Nick – unfortunately Greg is injured so can’t walk but will instead be “looking after us”. Graeme had set an incredible bar last week so the pressure was on Greg.

We left Preston in the sunshine this morning and headed off towards Warrington.

On our way out of town, we spotted the Preston HSBC Branch so took the opportunity for a photo. The Angles (Germanic people who settled in Great Britain in the post-Roman period)  established Preston; its name is derived from the Old English meaning “priest’s settlement” and in the Doomsday Book is recorded as “Prestune”. In the Middle Ages, Preston was a parish and township in the hundred of Amounderness and was granted a Guild Merchant charter in 1179, giving it the status of a market town.

The first few kilometers were through the Avenham and Miller Parks – very tranquil in the early morning sunshine and a great way to start the day.

We walked past the Lostock Hall WWI war memorial and then it was time for an ice-cream break.

We walked through a couple of nice villages – Coppull and Standish – before heading through Wigan. The walk into Wigan itself was very nice – tree lined avenues – but then the walk out of Wigan and towards Warrington was very different – very urban and somewhat rundown in places.

Then the moment came – 500 miles walked so far.

The weather gods certainly smiled on us today – sunny and not too hot and then clouded over this afternoon. Certainly we were not as exhausted today as we were yesterday (still tired though). Tomorrow sees us cross Cheshire and head to Whitchurch inn Shropshire – it will be a long day.

After yesterday’s hard day in the heat we were rested and ready for more of the same as we head down to Preston.

We left Warton to head onto the A6 and the day’s trek to Preston. Warton is a village steeped in history; its earliest recording as a settlement is made in Doomsday Book written in 1086. It has connections to the first President of the United States, George Washington: Washington’s ancestor of seven generations, Lawrence Washington, is rumoured to have helped build the village church of St Oswald.  We stayed overnight in the George Washington Inn.

Our path took us through Cranforth (and past the old Carnforth Ironworks) and through the villages of Bolton-le-Sands and Slyne. We also got a glimpse of Morecambe Bay in the far distance.

We walked into, and through, Lancaster. Lancaster’s name was first recorded in the Doomsday Book in 1086 as Loncastre, where “Lon” refers to the River Lune , and “castre”, from the Old English cæster and Latin  castrum for “fort”, refers to the Roman fort which stood at the site. Lancaster gained its first charter  in 1193 as a market town and borough, but was not given city status until 1937. Many buildings in the city centre and along St. George’s Quay date from the 19th century, built as the port became one of the busiest in the UK and the fourth most important in the UK’s slave trade.

Not a lot of scenery worth taking the camera out for as we walked towards Garstang. Garstang is mentioned in the Doomsday Book as Cherestanc in 1086 and has a traditional market day on Thursdays that dates back to the early-1300s and stretches the length of street.  Later on we crossed a bridge on the River Wyre which was originally built in 1492, rebuilt in 1629, renewed about 1756 and widened in 1829 and 1929.

The heat was, by now, beginning to sap our energy – especially when the sun came out – 27c was a bit much. So what with the majority of the route now going through urban and semi-urban areas there was not much of interest to distract us – so the last 20km our so was a bit of a slog. Eventually we reached Preston and our hotel – Greg, Helena and Nick are here now and will be joining us for the next two days.

We now have less than 400 miles to go and only 13 days of walking left. Happy days!

Thank you to @iginsurance for kindly sponsoring today’s leg

After an excellent ham, leek and chicken pie for dinner and a good nights sleep we prepared to continue our journey onwards to Carnforth

We left Shap – a linear town – and headed towards Carnforth. Although Shap is geographically a small village, it is legally a market town with a charter dating from the 17th century. At one time the granite works (which are situated about a mile outside the village) was in itself a separate community. Shap polished pink granite can be found in many buildings in the UK, including outside St Paul’s Cathedral in London.

A long walk from Shap, along the A6 – onwards and upwards towards Shap summit. The summit is about 1350 feet (408m) above sea level and in a small lay by is a memorial ‘to the drivers and crew of vehicles that made possible the social and commercial links between north and south on the old and the difficult route over Shap Fell’. The scenery was stunning as we walked up to the summit and then down the other side. A pity that the electricity pylons are so evident (we walked close by one pylon and the buzzing / crackling was unreal).

The direct sunshine made it feel hotter than it was and consequently walking was harder as well. We eventually walked into Kendal and stopped in the shade by the river for our packed lunch. Kendal is a market town and is known today mainly as a centre for tourism, the home of Kendal mint cake, and a producer of pipe tobacco and snuff. Its grey limestone buildings have earned it the nickname “Auld Grey Town”, in common with Dunfermline, Scotland. Kendal is a beautiful town and looked stunning in the sunshine – but we couldn’t delay any longer and headed back onto the road.

We passed through Natland, and its lovely village church and then we achieved a momentous milestone – half way! So now we can start to countdown the miles and days to the finish.

Just before reaching our hotel, we passed through Yealand Conyers which it notable for its early support of Quakerism. Richard Hubberthorne, one of the early Quaker preachers was from the Yealands. George Fox preached a sermon in the village in 1652 and the village’s Meeting House dates from 1692. The Quaker’s Old School is today used as a simple hostel and can host people visiting ‘1652 country’.

Thanks again to Louis for being good company, and suffering with us, during the last two days. Exciting times now that we are more than half way through the adventure.

After a very nice rest day in Carlisle, we packed up (agin) and prepared to head down towards the Peak District and Yorkshire Dales National Parks

We left Carlisle – a cathedral city and the country town of Cumbria. The early history of Carlisle is marked by its status as a Roman settlement, established to serve the forts on Hadrians Wall. During theMiddle Ages, because of its proximity to the Kingdom of Scotland, Carlisle became an important military stronghold. Carlisle Castle, still relatively intact, was built in 1092 by William Rufus, and once served as a prison for Mary, Queen of Scots.

We were joined today (and for tomorrow) by Louis, we really appreciate him coming up and giving of his time to walk with us.

Today’s route was the A6 all the way to Shap, so after a nice walk through the south of Carlisle we hit the A6 and headed for Penrith and a lunch stop.

Nice rolling countryside and, contrary to the weather forecast, the sun came out and fought with the wind to be the prominent weather.

Coming to Penrith we came through Unthank (an interesting name) that had a population of 39 in 1870. We also passed our 400 mile milestone which means the halfway point is coming ever closer.

Penrith is a lovely market town and civil parish in the county of Cumbria. Penrith was granted a market charter in 1223 by Henry III. In 1854 the market rights were leased by the Board of Health until they were eventually bought outright in 1878 for £4140.

Walking out of Penrith, we passed Eamont Bridge – named after the bridge on the River Eamont and there is a henge nearby known as King Arthur’s Round Table. We then passed Clifton at which Clifton Moor was the site, in 1745, of the final battle in England (and the last battle ever on English soil) between Bonnie Prince Charlie and the Duke of Cumberland.

Finally we finished walking into Shap, the wind had strengthened and looked like rain was threatening but we thankfully escaped. Time for some rest before we do it all again tomorrow.

Today (Saturday) is a very welcome and much needed rest day. Next blog entry will be when we arrive in Shap on Sunday

HSBC Branch in Bank Street, Carlisle

Today would see us leave Scotland after nearly 13 days of walking – a huge country!

We left Lockerbie (Scottish Gaelic: Locarbaidh) on our way down to Carlisle. Even though Lockerbie only came to prominence after the tragedy of Pan Am 103 it has existed since as early as 900 and the Viking influence on the area. Remains of Roman Camps close by suggest that Lockerbie could have existed even earlier.

It was great to be joined by Stuart and Ryan for today’s journey.

A slightLy earlier start than usual meant it was quite chilly as we left and we knew a big rainstorm was heading our way for the afternoon, but we headed down the road to much the same type of scenery that we had been “experiencing” for the last two days.

Finally – we walked into a village – Ecclefechan (Scottish Gaelic: Eaglais Fheichein – probably meaning “little church”). The village is famous as being the birthplace of Thomas Carlyle who was also buried there. Archibald Arnott, Napoleon’s doctor on St Helena, was also born in Ecclefechan in 1772 and returned to Ecclefechan in his retirement and he was also buried in the Ecclefechan churchyard.

After the rain started it was a reasonably long slog to reach the village of Gretna Green. For those who don’t know (or need to be reminded) Gretna Green is most famous for weddings, following the 1754 Marriage Act, which prevented couples under the age of 21 marrying in England or Wales without their parents’ consent. As it was still legal in Scotland to marry, couples began crossing the border in to Scotland and their first stop was the Famous Blacksmiths Shop, Gretna Green.

Despite the driving rain, we just had to stop and take a picture at the Welcome to England sign. We have had 600km of walking in the most amazing scenery from the top to bottom of Scotland and have been left with a hugely positive impression. (I’m glad I’ll be back up to the Highlands for some Scottish Winter Climbing in January).

Having crossed the border we were now walking alongside the M6 – it was raining heavily and the wind was driving it into us from the right (almost horizontally). It was a huge relief when the rain stopped just as we reached Carlisle. After crossing the River Eden we finally arrived at our city centre hotel and could look forward to tomorrow’s day of rest.

The sponsorship we have received so far now stands at over £41,000 which is going to be a huge benefit to Haven House. If you have donated already then thank you so mUch – if not then you know what you should do 🙂

Thanks to Stuart and Ryan for taking time out to join us today – we hope the blisters heal quickly!

Today was always going to be a challenge getting straight back on the road and heading towards Lockerbie after yesterday’s huge effort.

We left Abington Services where the M74 becomes the A74(M) (they were awarded the five star Loo of the year award in 2008). Abington village is said to be over 2000 years old and was of strategic importance to the Romans.

The road runs along the A74(M) and the London to Glasgow railway, so is relatively uninspiring in terms of scenery, especially after what we have seen for the last couple of weeks.

We passed into Dumfries & Galloway and although the scenery didn’t improve markedly it did improve slowly with a few more things to look at. Was also nice to see a sign pointing out our destination for the day.

We crossed the River Annan at Johnstone Bridge, only notable as it is named after the prominent local landowning family, the Johnstones, who caused a bridge to be built there over the river.

We finally reached our hotel on the “outskirts” of Lockerbie – passing a windmill fin being transported (it’s huge) – at the end of a quite tough day.

Before settling down for the night we took the opportunity to pay our respects at the Garden of Remembrance for the Lockerbie Air Disaster. Such a dreadful tragedy.

Tomorrow we continue heading south and leave Scotland – but more of that tomorrow

Today we were ready to walk the 70km to Abington, so it was an early breakfast and then hit the road.

We left Milngavie (Scottish Gaelic: Muileann-Gaidh – David’s Mill) and headed into Glasgow itself. Milngavie is pronounced “mulguye” and this difference stems from the way the original Gaelic name was adapted into English.

It felt very strange, after 10 days in remote areas, to be back in a bustling city and its traffic. But the scenery, whilst very different, was good to see and gave us lots of talking points – including passing Patrick Thistle’s ground in Maryhill.

Walking into the city centre we passed the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland, formerly the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama, which is a centre of performance based higher education for dance, drama, music, production and film. Right opposite is the National Piping Centre, an institution dedicated to the playing of the bagpipes, including not only the Great Highland Bagpipes, but also the Scottish smallpipes and Irish uileann pipes, as well as other traditional musical instruments. We also took time out to pose in front of the HSBC branch on Buchanan Street.

A lovely walk through the centre of Glasgow in the sunshine and passing within photographic range of Celtic Park.

Heading out of Glasgow now, we passed through Dalmarnock, Blantyre and Hamilton (where we passed the 300 mile marker) before heading to Larkhill and a lunch break.

Larkhill (Scottish Gaelic: Taigh na h-Uiseig) is a popular commuter town for Glasgow and is the home of the 2006 Snooker World Champion Graham Dott. As we passed the turning for Lesmahagow we passed the 500 km milestone.

Heading further south now towards Abington, the scenery became much less varied and the main focus of the day was now completing our 70k. As mentioned before, when there are interesting / varied things to look at, time and distance passes much more quickly – when it‘s not so varied then time does pass very slowly.

As we walked the final stretch, the sun was setting over the hills and wind farms to our right and then the light went completely and we finished our walk in the dark – hopefully this will be the only occasion for head torches.

A mammoth day – 70km, 13 hours 25 minutes walking and a foot-numbing 84,000 steps. So the day ended with us very tired but proud of ourselves for the effort.