Remember, Remember

… the Fifth of November.

After a rest day, yesterday, I was up with the larks to cadge my usual lift to the other side of Brum.

I followed the usual route, leaving the River Cole in Shard End to return home via Castle Bromwich. Nothing exciting but another nine plus miles in the bag.

After a few hours at home it was back on with the shoes for the return walk to Moseley. I had to arrive before five o’clock as I had been volunteered to set off some fireworks at the care home that Sue runs.

Choosing a different route to this morning, I walked through Parkfields, past the Jag and onto the canal towpath behind the Tyburn House pub. I had to dodge a few gangs of workmen who were resurfacing the towpath. Very soon the whole section from The Tyburn to Spaghetti Junction will have been remade with a good all weather surface; no more muddy puddles !

Bordesley

Arriving under Spaghetti Junction, I chose the Bordesley Branch through Saltley following the Birmingham Canal Canter route from a few months ago. Unfortunately, there was no checkpoint at the Coventry Road so no cakes today 🙁

I left the canal at Small Heath Bridge, crossing the small Farm Park. A walk along Ladypool road ( world famous for it’s Balti houses ) and I was at my destination.

With this morning’s mileage, I had walked over twenty miles. I am at work for the next four days so this week’s mileage looks stopped at thirty miles.

My shifts do cause a few problems with getting out for a decent walk ( or even an indecent one ). Nights are not too bad as I’ll often do an hour or so after work before going home to my bed.

Fireworks

The earlies ( starting at 07:00 ) are a bit more problematic as I need to get home after work to see the other half and catch up over dinner. I have, sometimes, got a few miles in before work but that involve getting up at silly o’clock.

Anyway, back in Moseley, I examined the supplied fireworks and made a rough firing order for the five-thirty display. All went to plan and after forty five minutes we had a pile of spent fireworks and lots of beaming faces from both residents and staff.

We rounded the day off with a trip to my favourite watering hole, The Griffin.