Off to a wet start, but if the weather forecast is to be believed, it will soon dry up. Vic's taking no chances. |
Looking back to the main entrance to the Lytham Hall Estate. |
The rain has eased off as we head down the long drive towards the hall |
Wanted. Have you seen this man. Last seen with his band of renegades and ne'er do wells, marauding in the Lancaster area |
The hall, looking much more respectable than on our previous visit, having been repainted. |
Round the back of the hall. The older statue on the right, has the lady in a more discreet pose. |
The book club. |
The snow drop display that Lytham Hall is famous for. |
Looking out across the lake, a modern housing estate occupies the far bank, where not long ago the vista would would have had no intrusions. |
The witch in question, was a favourite horse of the Clifton family, and is thought to be buried here. |
So there. |
Leaving the wood behind, we make our way towards Royal Lytham St Annes golf course. The famous white church can be seen in the background. |
Ansdell's prestigious Public Hall |
No relation to our notable friend with the same name. |
Lunch time by Fairhaven Lake where Martin treats us to his winter warmer. Thanks once again Martin. |
As we continue our walk alongside the lake, the clear blue sky is reflected on the water. |
New sea defence work is being carried out on the far side. |
Old rural machinery adorning Lytham's foreshore. An added attraction? |
The sky has turned ominously dark providing a stark contrast to the brilliant white of the windmill.John and Vic can be seen standing on the base of the windmill, adding perspective. |
The dark sky has come to nought. The sun is out again, as we finish our flasks off. What are you thinking about Mick? DK |
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