Jaunt to The Swan with Two Nicks

 

Can’t quite believe it, another gorgeous day, and it’s only early March. The sun’s pouring down like a promise, even if there’s still a bite in the air. No matter. We’ve wrapped up warm and the plan is set: lunch over in Cheshire.

Stanley, ever the loyal co-pilot (even if he’s not coming this time), is stretched out in the sunshine, soaking it all in. He’s got one eye lazily open, keeping watch as Daddy cleans the bike, a ritual as much about the rhythm as the result.

The sat nav’s chirping to life, maps loading, routes planned, and Stanley’s still there... just making sure everything’s done to spec. What would we do without his careful supervision?

Soon the engine will rumble, the wheels will roll, and the road will open up like it always does—welcoming us back for another small adventure. 🤪

The plan was simple—ride out to The Jolly Thresher, soak up the sunshine, and enjoy a chilled pub lunch in good company. But as so often happens, the road had other ideas. Midway there, we had a change of heart and diverted to the newly renovated Stamford Arms, curious to see what the refurb had brought.

Turns out... not a pub anymore. It had been reinvented into something else entirely, and sadly, not the pint-pulling kind.

Plan C kicked in.

We rolled on to The Swan with Two Nicks down in Bollington, an old favourite with plenty of fond memories tucked into its beams and beer garden. It was absolutely heaving—a proper sign of springtime stirring. We were lucky to nab the last table for two, squeezed in between bustling servers and the hum of a packed house.

But here’s the truth: while the pub still has its charm, the food didn’t quite deliver. Not terrible—just underwhelming. And pricey to boot. That “OK” kind of meal that doesn’t match the day’s promise.

Still, the ride was worth it. The sun stayed with us, the roads were kind, and the company—always spot on.

We’ll chalk it up as one of those rides where the journey outshone the destination.Anyway, off to Lymm for a photo down by the lower dam and then a lovely ride home through Stretton, Delamere, Beeston, Malpas (after getting the worlds' cheapest petrol) 🏍️🏍️🏍️🏍️🏍️🏍️🏍️🏍️🏍️🏍️

Obviously a traditional stop off at the Lion for a swifty, before heading home to have a bowl of soup for tea and a watch of Liverpool being beaten by Newcastle in the Caribou Cup and then United beating Leicester in the league. Damn shame for all those Liverpool fans 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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