I hadn’t anything planned at all for the weekend (well anything that didn’t involve me putting my walking boots on) but as a Wigan Athletic fan comes the hangover of a 0-6 defeat at home to Chelsea, yes the score line was drowned out with plenty of beer but the memories & hurt are still there the morning after, I could of sat on the couch all day wallowing in my stupor & self pity that next season we are looking at championship football, I could of spent it on the laptop or Xbox but I didn’t.
Rivington Pike is a clear half hour drive away from my house, it and Winter Hill dominate the skyline all around Wigan & as my house is situated on the top of a hill so to speak its the first thing I see when I open the bedroom curtains every morning, If its not there then we’re in for a dull day!
I’ve visited Rivington quite a lot, more so in my teens tearing around the country lanes in our Vauxhall Astra’s & Nova’s making general tits of our self’s, I’ve even cycled up to the transmitter on Winter Hill but never actually made a meal out of the walk, nothing too planned so to speak. Today wasn’t an exception, I just needed to get out the house or its going to be another Sunday wasted & as I’m booked up for next weekend too, that’s another weekend not out on the Fells, so I grabbed Owen, took Lucy’s lead & headed off for Winter Hill. |