The next part of Bobbie and my trip was not scheduled. By that I mean I had not planned out exactly how we were going from York down to Hamish's in Storrington. I had two basic routes to choose from. One would have taken us around the East side of London with a stop in Greenwich to see John Harrison's Clocks. (For those who don't know John Harrison produced the first marine Chronometers allowing seamen to accurately determine their Longitude.)
I had this route planned as a back-up because everyone had told me that it would take twice as long to get anywhere in the UK as it does in N. America.
But we were making good time and I was getting pretty used to the voice on the SatNav telling me things like "Go right at the round-about, take the third exit." So Bobbie and I headed West from York on our preferred route.
We headed towards Manchester.
Why would anyone subject themselves to the roads of a large English City during rush hour?
Well, to get here.
Now, I have no proof that the town of Ashton under Lyne is where my family gets it's name. There are seventeen towns in the UK with the name of Ashton or some derivative. But this one is probably where my family went during the Highland Clearances. And for some reason dropped the Scottish name for this one which may have given them some anonymity.
Lat/Long 53° 29' 22.81" N, 2° 05' 36.03" W
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