North over the wide expanse of the Manchester Ship Canal on a small toll bridge ('No charge for bikes, love.')
All the time I seemed to be in the gaps between places, suburbs, industrial estates...
Chatted with a pub landlord who wanted to tell me all about his establishment's resident spooks.
A pause for a haircut (£4.50) and then on to the top-notch Parr Hall Farm B&B at Eccleston, south of Preston. Best-value B&B so far.
Chatted to a guest cyclist who's also End-to-End-ing.
She: 'Well, I like to take my time, stopping off at National Trust properties en route...'
Me: 'How many miles did you do yesterday?'
She: 'Ninety-eight.'
Me: '....'
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