Halton to Williamson Park, Lancaster

After parking up by the River Lune at Halton, we went up Denny Beck Lane. An apple tree at the side of the road was inviting me to help myself to some of it's fruit, to go with the blackberries that my good lady and myself foraged last week. I decided to pick some on the way back, not knowing that we would be returning another way.

The uphill trudge continued as we crossed the A 683 and on up Grimeshaw Lane

As we neared the top of the lane, The Ashton Memorial came into view

Isn't it time we stopped for a brew was a plaintiff cry. But finding somewhere suitable was another matter.

Not the best perch we've ever had, but the prospect of finding somewhere better, soon, was slim.

    On arriving at Williamson Park, I thought I saw a bogart.

The very attractive Ashton Memorial built in two years as a memorial to Lord Ashton's deceased wife, and completed in 1909. The land  in which it stands was originally a quarry and was donated to the town by his father, James Williamson. It was landscaped by him to alleviate the suffering caused by unemployment during the American Civil War.

               Dinner time on the steps of the memorial.

           A zoom shot of one of the River Lune crossings.

Part of our return route to Halton was along the Lancaster Canal.

What a pleasant way to spend a leisurely afternoon on a sunny day.

The cycle route along the river was closed, even to pedestrians, so we had to make a diversion. Not for us, that seat.

Not too far now. Martin pictured always provides the refreshments for us at the end of our walks. Cheers Martin

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