After dinner we set off along a farm road, which is the Ribble Way. We will be following the Ribble Way for quite a way. Martin has decided to walk with us part of the way, but whats this? a stockade? No way.
An insect metropolis ? All is revealed, but it would seem that supply far outstrips demand.
This farm at the end of the lane is where we return to the rough track, and where Martin leaves us.
In different times, this sign would cause quite a chuckle. The path climbs up, away from the river, and enters a stretch of woodland. The must have bridge shot.Coming out of the wood, the path climbs once again. At the highest point a fallen tree provides ample seating for an afternoon brew.Setting off again, we soon get our first glimpse of the new Dinckle Bridge. As we continue on your writer begins to wonder if it was a mirage, as it looked to be a lot nearer than it actually was. But here we are at last. I have to say though, I think the old bridge was much prettier.Having left the Ribble Way, we make our way back along the opposite side of the river, and after about half a mile we are entering Marles wood, and a lovely part of the walk this is, with its mature trees and picturesque stretches of river.
Almost back at the cars now. Just some steep steps to negotiate and we're there. DK
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