And that, as they say, was that. The end of a week that had felt like at least a month (in a good way).
I rode the 4 or so downhill miles into Wigan with ease and located Wigan North Western train station. If you ever find yourself at Wigan North Western with time to kill (as I did) then I can recommend a bar called Wigan Central. From the station entrance, walk under the bridge and turn left and you’ll find it in a railway arch. Though not quite a micropub, it serves good ales and has the required quirkiness factor, so it was a fitting end to my week’s travels.
I’ll spare you the description of my journey home. If you want to read about train trips then try one of the Michaels (Palin or Portillo – you decide!).
I felt a little melancholy to be ending my travels (for now), but I was also keen to be back with my family.
My micropub travels will be on hiatus now until my daughter’s exams are over at the end of June. Then I’ll be back on the trail, hitting the micropubs of Kent, where it all began!