Chester

A cool damp start at Kendal this morning. For 

Angela it was a hurrah, no handwashing of underwear to do before we left, soon something called a washing machine would be at her disposal. Most of our drive this morning was on the M6, after so many miles on small interesting roads it seemed a bit of a bore. But not to Marge, she was more than happy cruising along. We stopped at Warrington, (the least exciting town in England), for John to buy trousers at Decathlon, but they only had a size smaller than he normally takes and were a little compromising. 

Our destination Chester, where we stayed on the way up, we were saddened that this time we couldn't visit John's daughter because of a local lockdown.

There are not so many vans here as five weeks ago when we stayed. We walked into the city, along some of the old Roman red sandstone city walls, and took a look at the outside of the cathedral.

By six o' clock the centre was becoming busy with young women, all keen to get in four hours of drinking before the bars closed at 10 pm. Today has been the coolest since we left home, but the young women of Chester are tough, dressed for a balmy summers evening with barely a stitch on. 

John lived in Chester as a teenager after leaving home, and spotted a shop (which many years ago sold jeans and tee shirts) he worked in part time on Saturdays whilst training to ba a Radio Technician at a local RAF Station. 

Our last supper in Marge tonight was tinged with a little sadness, if we could have taken her abroad, we would be away for another four weeks at least. But we must return her home tomorrow, as there are jobs waiting for us. We are grateful that despite Covid that we've been able to take Marge on yet another journey. Travelling opens your mind, makes you aware of an energy, that makes you aware at that present moment in time. We love being in Marge, life always seems so much simpler. What do you think Marge, shall we just keep driving?