Home via Nantwich

Oranges, tea and email in my room when I awake early as ever.  Nice chat with the team at the hotel then off into the cold.  How can it be so bitter when it was so hot last week?  I know I'm nearly 200 miles north.  But still.  

The hotel is a lovely old Georgian style building surrounded by airport stuff.  Maybe you spotted it on my last post?  

So they still have road works on the M6.  Tiring and tedious.  
Breakfast at Costa at the services.  Should have waited till I got to Nantwich.  Don't rate the porridge.   

Yes, it's an 18 mile detour to Nantwich to get a till, don't ask!  Well worth while as the little town is a gem. And the sun is out.  How come I lived in the North West for the first 18 years of my life and never came here?  (as far as I can remember)  Well, it is nearly the midlands.  
The town was a salt mining area since Roman times and wich means salt house or farm, I think.  There are other wichs.  I've even been to Middlewich.  Winsford which I visited a lot to see the relatives was also a salt town.  Still is.    

Nantwich is full of history.  Tudor buildings abound.  Read more here

I am keen to look at St Mary's

 It's a marvellous place, with lots of friendly volunteers and a fine 14th C chancel

  I stop at a farm shop on the way out of town and get beers for T and an amazing cabbage.  
One more service stop, a sleepy feeling on A34, then I'm home.  T is looking after a mouse which touches me.  He found it under the dust bin and thinks it was attacked by a cat.  T has made it comfy with water and cheese but it is out of it thogh not distressed.  It's respiratory rate is 2/minute.  This is nature.  But we have done good palliative care.  
T goes to quiz and I eat the lovely farm produce.  London tomorrow.   Let's hope the mouse revives but I fear not.