Shit the bed how did that get there? - In the name of Thiago - Day 27
Shit the bed - how did that get there? The ‘that’ in question in the title of today’s blog is the A500 – not something that you would normally expect to pop up unexpectedly but then that would be to fail to take into account my absolutely abysmal sense of direction, which I mention in Day 24’s blog ‘Logistics aaarrgghh’. It was all going so swimmingly. Your brave correspondent set off at sparrow’s fart (5.04am to be precise) with the plan to walk from my humble abode in Newcastle-under-Lyme to my workplace in Sandbach. I’d driven the route I wanted to walk the day before and though a bit hilly in places, certainly a lot more than I’d given any thought to previously, it all seemed perfectly plausible. A blissful 15 mile stroll! It was going to be mostly ‘A’ roads with a couple of estates thrown in and the road into Sandbach was closed to traffic meaning that the lack of a path for the last bit wasn’t going to be an issue. Marvellous I thought. A mile or so i