Once
at Aintree the route skirts the race-course, leaves the line and runs
along the Leeds & Liverpool canal for a short while. When I was
at Liverpool finding a quiet bit of the canal to revise by in the hot
summer sun was something I did each year; there is something about
the stillness of a canal on a hot day that I love, especially on the
fertile Lancashire plain.
My
first bike tour was along this canal. Borrowing girlfriends father's
bike [very old, 3 gears, very heavy] and totally unprepared [no tool
kit, no tent, not much money, not a clue] I set off one day from
Liverpool following the canal tow-path on its 90 odd miles to Leeds.
Back in the day the tow-path was far less welcoming to cyclists than
it is now. There was little in the way of a surfaced path, and around
Blackburn and Burnley I was having to hoik the heavy bike over barbed
gates and barriers. By the time I got to Parbold, I had broken the
chain, found a garage, got it fixed and carried on to sleep in a
field above Blackburn. Feeling good I cycled over the summit tunnel
near Barnoldswick and then got a puncture at Skipton. No spares, no
knowledge. My course of action? Ring girlfriend's mother for a lift
to Ilkley. Pathetic but true. Nevertheless I was bitten by the cycle
touring bug and I have never been cured.
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