Rishton Linear Walk.

Walkers.    Martin G. John R. Anthony D. James D. Vic J. Dave E.
                         Danny K. Jim C. and Harry M.
                                             7.7 Miles
                                 

After parking up, on the railway car park at Rishton, we caught the 10.29 train to Hapton, about 5 stops down the line.

Leaving Hapton station, we turned left and within a short distance we arrived at the canal bridge.

The day was a bit overcast as we set off westward along the Leeds-Liverpool.

11. 15 and not a picnic table in sight, so we had to make do.

This bridge would benefit by a lick of paint.

A novel bit of kit, that can be used for inspection or repair work.

The first of many new mile markers.

A group of lady walkers from Burnley, some of whom said that our paths had crossed on a previous walk.

We pressed on, looking out for a suitable place to stop for lunch.

A particularly treacherous section of the Leeds - Liverpool.

No picnic tables alas, but a Cafe?

Oh well! slumming it again.

But at least we have warm homes and beds to return to.

Off again.

But not for long. Well we cant pass an opportunity like this can we?

Crossing over to the opposite bank.

This poor horse is lying on its hind leg, cutting off the blood supply to that limb, as it discovered when it stood up and tried to walk.

We've all done it haven't we? well I have. In my case, having only two legs, when I tried to stand up, I collapsed in an undignified heap on the floor.

A Gullery.

Oh not again!....Well why not?

A very precise measurement!

A last look at the canal before we set off along the cycle track.

But what's this? Our devious leader had only utilised the cycle track, to by-pass a long curve in the canal.

This bird was unable to fly away. It obviously had an injured wing.

These two dogs spotted the helpless bird, and went for it. The dogs were restrained before they could harm the terrified bird.
The man in the yellow hi viz jacket picked up the bird and put it over the wall among some shrubbery. A lady, concerned for the birds welfare was trying to phone up to report it. I don't think she would have any joy.

Arriving back at the station of our departure where we enjoyed sampling Martins shandy. Thanks Martin.