There is a problem with hospitality that is too good! Too much food, too much wine, too much sleep. Ian and Viv Duncan are looking after me so well I don't much feel like getting on my bike in the morning. We were all woken at about 5am this morning by a howling gale and driving rain against the window. My reaction was to pull the clothes tight around me and go back to sleep 
and pray that it would be better when I set off. I eventually left after a good breakfast to make my way south to Macclesfield. The road was strewn with bits of branches and other debris from the storm just passed. There were even a few flooded patches I had to cycle around but remarkably it was bright now with only a stiff wind to hamper me. I arrived at a deserted Macclesfield Town. I circled the ground a couple of times, poked my camera through the railings and took a shot into the sun. So without a sight nor sound of Paul Ince I left, shirt unsigned and returned north to Stockport.
and pray that it would be better when I set off. I eventually left after a good breakfast to make my way south to Macclesfield. The road was strewn with bits of branches and other debris from the storm just passed. There were even a few flooded patches I had to cycle around but remarkably it was bright now with only a stiff wind to hamper me. I arrived at a deserted Macclesfield Town. I circled the ground a couple of times, poked my camera through the railings and took a shot into the sun. So without a sight nor sound of Paul Ince I left, shirt unsigned and returned north to Stockport.
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