A day of unmremitting feathery drizzle and cloud, which was just as well, as there’s little scenic interest between Oswestry and Stafford.
In fact, the only thing of note above my head all day has been the magnificent vaulted art-nouveau ceiling of Stafford Wetherspoons, an old picture house (above).
I went through Ruyton-XI-Towns, surely the only place in Britain with a capital X in its name (above). I went in to the local shop to see if they sold xylophones or xerox machines or x-ray specs. They didn’t. They had some homemade chutneys, though.
However, the village store in the previous village, Knockin, had the inevitable name The Knockin Shop.
Later, I went through Gnosall, which is the only place in England beginning with a silent G. (Wales has Gnoll, in Glamorgan.)
There’s a Sustrans path from Gnosall to Stafford (NCN 55) along an old railway line which is gnot very gnice at all: too gnobbly, and full of gniggly puddles.
When you see a sign saying ‘Road Closed’ because of bridge works, experience shows that it’s usually only closed to cars – peds and bikes can make their way across. This was the case here, just outside Great Bolas, over the River Tern. Well, one good tern…
Miles today: 50
Miles since Barmouth: 111