Rugeley to Uttoxeter
Last time, when it asked me to upgrade to a meal I said no. But this morning I was feeling frivolous and pressed Yes to see what would happen. It was like winning the Jackpot in Las Vegas. I got a little bag of apple slices and grapes with my McCoffee and Egg McMuffin. And all for £1.99 because it’s Monday again. Also, no free virus. Unlike the pubs, McDonalds goes to great lengths to keep everything clean. It’s more like an ICU than a burger joint. If you have the good fortune to marry a former McDonalds employee you will be blessed with a spotless kitchen and they will be satisfied with the occasional star ⭐️ in recognition of their endeavors.
The other good thing about McDonalds is they open at 6am so you don’t have to walk until midday before getting breakfast.
Today was my easiest day so far. A mere 17km over the rolling Staffordshire hills. There was a hint of late summer about the weather. It was fresh and cool. No rain. I saw the lush pastures. They make great photos and are pleasing to the eye but they’re not so good for walking. The grass is long and wet and the farmer doesn’t clean up afterwards. Then when you consider the inefficiency of this type of food production you have to wonder whether we’ll see this landscape by 2050.
There were no walkers out today. I rested for a few minutes in the only village, a place called Abbots Bromley, but there was no cafe or anything open.
So what can we make of this Staffordshire Way? It kept quiet all day so I’m just as baffled as you were last week.