Turn Right At Liverpool And Keep Walking- Day 24 – Runcorn To Frodsham – 29 March 2017

Three things about this walk, it was a disaster, similar to day 23  more anon, secondly, I had intended to be seamless and walk across the Silver Jubilee Bridge this weekend (June 2019), as it was closed to pedestrians last time, only the Bridge is closed for repairs now until 2020 – I still have that 1 mile gap in my walk to complete, and it rankles. Thirdly I retired a week earlier. The incoming Chairman of Trustees started getting all bolshy to mark his territory, so I told him what he could do with his job. Best decision I ever made. Plus point also, I am not restricted to a few days each week for walking, I can choose my day based on the weather – of course in a few weeks hence, I realise that I need to check the weather before leaving – else I get soaked , but hey ho, we live and learn.

Can’t say I am overimpressed with the centre of Runcorn. The uncrossable bridge looms over the local co-op as I set off from the car park

Runcorn is a new town, but does have remnants of an older past as this building shows

Yesterday (9 June 2019) I passed an old Mersey Power substation in the car on my unsuccesful crossing attempt, shoulda taken a picture, but didn’t.

Walking out of town, we have a promising start, as I walk along the Runcorn & Weston Canal, which was intended to link the Weston Canal to the Bridgewater, it didn’t get much use and fell into decay. Much of it is filled in now.

However, because of the new Mersey Gateway bridge which is still under construction, they are laying a lot of new roads. Runcorn being a new town does not cater well for pedestrians, and I am continually blocked by roadworks as I try to meander to Frodsham (I was intending going further, but the meandering defeats me).

Everywhere I turn, I find my route blocked, it takes ages to progress. It doesn’t help that all the paths are short distance too, just designed to get you around estates, not out of them, so I find myself walking grass verges on roads that don’t seem to believe in road signs.

Eventually, I get out of Runcorn and into some countryside near Frodsham It is nicer here than Runcorn, and a milepost tells me that my destination is close.

The railway is to my right as I walk into Frodsham, in a wide viaduct

I cross the Weaver Navigation, and the Weaver

We are altogether more rural now. I don’t think I was greatly impressed with Frodsham after all this, as I didn’t take any pictures, although it did look a pretty little place. Perhaps it was not photogenic.

On the way back my troubles continued, the bus to Runcorn went nowhere near Runcorn, only stopping at Runcorn shopping centre (I think if John Betjeman had seen Runcorn shopping centre , he would have diverted his friendly bombs from Slough) before I abandoned it and found my way through the urban desolation Hampton Court that is Runcorn to a taxi rank, and a taxi back to my car.

A measly 8 miles. 3 if you are a crow.

 

 

 

Author: allanprussell

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