Quadrupeds and quadriceps

I was still in bed when Liesel left to have coffee with her WI buddies. The good news is, I was out of bed when she returned a few hours later. I could have stayed in my pit much longer, listening to podcasts.

We very rarely go into Manchester on a Saturday but it was time for a Treasure Hunt.

“For years and years Manchester has been under the spell of the wicked
witch Abby Cadabra, who put the city under a curse of perpetual rainfall.
Fortunately, the world-famous adventurer Hugo First located a map and
book of clues that could reveal the location of the magic spell book. But
Hugo ran a mile (and more!) when he learnt of the perils that lay in front of
him.”

We had to locate the treasure, which is a Spell Book, and presumably cast a spell to lift the curse, and imbue Manchester with everlasting sunshine. Well, by the time we reached the end of the hunt, we were just happy to have located the treasure although as you’ll see, we weren’t all satisfied. But that’s a lot later on.

Liesel and I took the bus into the city centre and were greeted outside the Central Library by protestors against the murderous régime in Iran. We waited inside for our fellow treasure seekers to arrive.

Jenny and family came by train and tram, which might have been as exciting as it gets for the children. But no, there was much more to come. We followed the clues, which took us to parts of Manchester that we’d never seen before. Martha and William were very good at spotting things such as gargoyles, and Martha expecially enjoyed solving the mostly word-based puzzles.

William was very energetic but sometimes, the urge to have a quick break was just too much.

This bridge, over the River Irwell marks the boundary between Manchester and Salford so of course, we had to get a picture of someone with a leg in each city.

So here’s Martha replicating an old picture of her mother straddling the border between England and Wales many, many years ago.

I’d forgotten that Manchester is a Nuclear Free City until we came across this sculpture featuring some very dirty doves.

It was a lovely day for a walk around the city, we really should spend more time just mooching around aimlessly. Like we used to do in London, of course.

Eventually, we solved the final clue, and so by elimination, we know where the treasure is. William asked where the chocolate was. I agreed: I think there should have been an actual, real prize at the end, but there wasn’t. Just the joy of knowing we cracked the code. And enjoyed a walk in the process.

We found a nice place for coffee and cake before making or way home, the children and their parents on a very crowded tram.

William invited us to watch him the following day at his football coaching session, so we did. It was fun watching him and the other Little Kickers learning their skills. Or should that be skillz with a zed?

When she thought nobody was watching, Martha went behind the curtain to practice her netball skillz.

After the session, we walked into Cheadle for a late breakfast slash brunch slash lunch. A very versatile place is Brezo, which I was surprised to see only has one zed. Between us, we ate a pizza, cheeseburger and chips, eggs on muffins, tapas and something chickeny.

This week, we started booking up for our next big trip. After taking far too long to work out some sort of itinerery, we went online to book a flight, looking for the cheapest, quickest, best airline, do we stop over half way or not, how much luggage allowance do we need, where do we want to sit on the plane, a million and one decisions. Done! Except that we’d booked a month earlier than we’d planned. And it costs an arm and a leg to change your booking. Once she stopped laughing at our ineptitude, Helen said she’d be happy to see us earlier than originally planned, phew, so we’ll be off to Australia in March, woohoo! To err is human, to really mess things up, get a computer!

It wasn’t the most exciting event of the week, but I missed the Wednesday walk to attend a meeting with the management company for our block of flats, oops, apartments. There was just me and Carole from the estate agent. I spent the rest of the day editing my radio show: it always takes much longer when I have a chat with someone else, a special guest.

It’s that time of year again, we both received our flu shots. And we’ve booked our next Covid jabs. I’ve met a couple of people recently who have had both vaccines at the same time, one in each arm.

Thursday’s walk was good, although Liesel missed it, prefering to be pummeled by the physio. After coffee and a snack, fellow walker Sue and I took a bus to Heald Green. Liesel met up with us and  a huge group of people for a walk arranged by WalkADay. It total, there were 26 of us on this 3.9 mile walk between Heald Green and Styal.

The sky turned grey, dark grey, it looked ominous. And Heald Green itself must be at the end of a Manchester Airport runway, because the planes came in very low, very fast and very loud, you could almost see the freckles on the noses of the faces of the passengers in the window seats.

The route took us along a very narrow path, so we had to walk in single file. The path had nettles on both sides, so it was hard to avoid all of them. At the end of the day though, I was delighted by how few stings I had, just a couple of mild itches.

The route also took us through Nixon’s Farm, a place we’d driven by several times, but we’d never bothered to visit. There’s a farm shop and butchers and a pet food store. But one day, we’ll definitely visit the Moody Cows Tea Room.

There was nothing special about seeing a field full of sheep. But seeing a few donkeys in a field was quite exciting. Then a brown thing started to run towards the fence. Funny looking donkey? No, it was one of three or four alpacas, coming over to say hello or, more likely, steal some food.

Standing next to the donkeys, I realised that relatively speaking, alpacas have very small heads.Almost like a child’s picture of an animal, but not drawn to scale.

There were no hills so the walk wasn’t at all onerous. But there were some obstacles. Such as the puddle (pond?) that covered the whole path. We couldn’t go around it, we couldn’t jump over it. Oh no, we had to walk through it. Well, this was a good test for my new shoes which I thought might have a leak. But no, my feet stayed bone dry all day.

Elsewhere, the path was quite muddy, thick, gooey, oozey, squelchy mud. Yes, my new shoes were now caked in mud. What I needed was a nice big puddle in which to give them a quick rinse.

There were at least seven stiles to negotiate too. Well, with 26 of us queueing to climb over, nobody got left behind. I was by no means the oldest participant, and when I saw how mobility challenged some of them were, I realised that, despite my many whinges, I am quite fit. The one thing I will complain about is the intermittent stabbing pain I feel in just one spot in my right quadriceps. In fact, a few nights earlier, I woke up with the sensation of someone stabbing it with a thick knitting needle.

We walked around the fringes of Styal Golf Club, looking out for low-flying balls, and finally returned to our start point.

Liesel and I both joined the regular walk on Friday, and it was nice to see a couple of herons in Painswick Park. At least one of which was psychic. As soon as I even thought about getting my phone out, even though it was way over there on the other side of the lake, it walked behind a bush, purely to stop me from getting a picture. But I captured the other one, hah!

It took most of the afternoon to book some train and bus tickets for our upcoming visit to Portugal. If you’re reading this David and Glen, Catherine and Hans, we’re coming to see you!

And as I hinted earlier, this week I had a guest on my radio show. Do you remember Zha Olu who has appeared a couple of times at Boxx2Boxx? Well, she very kindly gave me some time and her thoughts this week. The theme of the show is Flying. You can hear it here on Mixcloud.