We needed to replenish our
fruit and vegetables so a trip to Marple was the order of the day on
Saturday. We thought we would cycle in
but start off in the opposite direction first as we wanted to get some eggs from a farm back near Whaley Bridge. The yolks there are particularly bright and, with a mixture of different coloured shells, reminded us of when we used to have chickens.
When unlocking the bikes,
I found one had a puncture, so I set about repairing it whilst Karen cycled off
to get the eggs. I found a thorn in the
tyre – the most common reason for punctures on the towpath – and set about repairing
it. When I came to blow it up again I
realised Karen had the pump in her backpack!
I had to stop six cyclists
before I found one who had a pump with them and then it was the wrong
sort. By that time Karen was back so I
used our pump. As luck would have it a
second puncture appeared and as we had now run out of repair patches it meant
something else to buy in Marple and also a walk rather than bike ride
there. We have slime in the tyres of the
newer bike but, unfortunately, that wasn’t the bike that had the punctures.
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Breakfast on Saturday
On our walk to Marple we
saw a couple of really good mooring spots and thought we might move to one of
them later in the day if they were still free.
As they were away from handy bridges or pubs it meant that the chances
were that they would be free as, generally speaking, ccers/workers prefer to
moor near bridges, hire boaters and holiday makers prefer to be near pubs.
As usual we bought more
than we planned so we both had heavy rucksacks for the four-mile journey home
which was a bit daft as the weather was so warm.
Whilst we were in town we
popped into a jeweller to see if they could make Karen’s watch strap
tighter. The girl who served us said it
would only take 10 minutes, so we sat on a bench outside whilst we waited. Sure enough, after 10 minutes, the girl came
out to return the watch – such personal service and to make it more special
there was no charge 😊
On the way back, we passed
Brian and Ann Marie on their fuel boat Alton.
It was such a shame we had been to the services the day before otherwise
we would have used them.
It wasn’t until we got
home that we realised that we had missed both mooring spots we were going to
check, so we ended up staying where we were for the rest of the day. It didn’t matter as the spot is pleasant
enough anyway.
Maybe, when I’ve mended
the latest puncture today, I’ll test the repair out by cycling down and having
a look.
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