I always think September is one of the points in the year that marks 'new beginnings', such as back to school. A legacy from our own long school holidays and, in time, for our children too. New bag, uniform that is a bit too big, shoes that are not scuffed yet and certainly a new pencil case stuffed with new pens and pencils.
Without the pencil case, this September felt even more like a new beginning, as we seem to be moving further away from the lock-downs and restrictions of the past eighteen months. Covid has not gone away, but group numbers are not restricted and face masks are not mandatory (although I am still wearing mine inside to move around)
|Kingsway Cafe has also had a revamp, a bright sunshiney|
yellow and new clock on the wall.
So, no online booking this month to see how we get on; leaders had their own sign in sheet and pen so we each signed people in as they arrived. No specific groups as it is one easy route - out along the Greenway as we have since 2013 (gosh, that long!).
Lovely warm weather, for the time of year, and a nice spin out along the Greenway:
I wanted to drop by to see 'Charlie's Orchard'. Charlie was a member of the Wirral cycling group, but he had helped me for a couple of years with the Bob Clift Cycleway Rides- literally my right hand man, checking people out and in, and then writing all the certificates. He sadly and suddenly died in 2019, and as a club we have planed an orchard out near the greenway, as it splits to go Neston/ Connah's Quay.
|Found it (eventually!)|
We contined around the industrial park, and over the marsh boardwalk, to the gates at the other end.
However, this year for a change we headed right, up a slight hill, to Burton Manor college and cafe ('Burtons at The Manor'). We sat outside, although a fine misty rain threatened so 2/3 of us relocated inside (I believe it stopped, as four hardy stalwarts stayed outside - you can tell who from the photos!)
Then, we headed straight back (with a pause under the trees nearer to Chester to allow a heavy shower to pass), losing a few to their own routes home along the way.