Another pretty windy day, even though the forecast said it should have died down. It was the Chester Marathon this morning, so after breakfast we walked up to the city and stood near the 1 mile marker. Soon the timing car came past, followed by the elite runners.
Following were hundreds of other runners, and in amongst them were pace runners holding paddles showing how long it would take you to go at their pace.
We walked round the corner to see the stragglers coming past the town hall and towards the Cathedral.
It was still quite early so we went back to the boat to put the kettle on. Later we walked back into town and then up to a pub for lunch — where we joined Catherine, Nigel, Grace and Matthew, and my sister and nieces. The pub, The Piper, had been chosen purely for its location, as my sister was on call and needed to be no more than half an hour from her hospital. But it provided very good and reasonably priced Sunday lunches. Grace starts her uni course tomorrow, and the rest of the family were heading home, so it’s been quite a big day.
0 miles, 0 locks. (22 miles, 11 locks)
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