Preesall More Photos

The first part of this weeks walk led us along part of the line of the disused railway between Garstang and Knott End.

We had to contend with a strong headwind and wet and muddy paths to begin with.

The Magnificent Seven.

Brew time was soon upon us. The wind had dropped as we found some shelter in the woodland alongside the redundant way.

Considering all the signage restricting access, there were quite a few vehicles making use of this lane.

Hackensall Hall with its myriad of tall chimneys.

And its own private lake

Looking across the Wyre estuary towards Fleetwood

As we trundled along on the coastal path towards Knott End, a violent gust of wind seized Vic's cap and hurled it into a thicket on the other side of the sea wall.

The cap was soon retrieved and returned to it's rightful place. Phew!

We had lunch in the Ferry shelter, then set off once again through the town / village, then onto the coastal path again. The wind was now behind us, which made walking and having a conversation much easier.

John suggested a caption of hippopotami for this photograph. I would not be so unkind as to say such a thing myself.

Gates good. Stiles bad.

Vic presented us all with a cake, in celebration of his birthday.
Happy Birthday Vic.

Martin's shandy helped to wash it down, as curtains twitched at the nearby houses.
D.K.