The Meanderthals: LYTHAM HALL

SNOWDROPS 5+ miles

SNOWMEN :- Martin, Anthony, John W,

Danny, Vic, Jim C, Mike.

We parked in our usual Lytham Walk spot . Down a side street on the edge of the town.

A left turn at the top of this street took us quickly to..............

Which had a rather handsome Mock Tudor "Cottage" at it's entrance.

A stone at the corner of the drive seemed to give the cottage a name.

Considering the number of freshly cut logs and branches we have recently come across on our walks it would seem that this is the season for "Lumberjacking". Perhaps before the sap begins to rise up the trees and allows "Bleeding" to take place.

At first we were puzzled that such healthy looking trees had been felled.

Then we saw the torn and hollow stump which probably meant the trees had become rotten inside and unsafe.

At the end of Green Drive we crossed over the road , passing as we did some appropriately chosen plant holders.

We followed the sturdy stone wall in the direction of the town centre until we came to the gates into the Hall itself.

I think we must be getting older ( Getting ??? ) as the drive up to the Hall seems to get longer each time we visit.

You may have spotted in the photographs that someone had bought some new boots.

The Stanley Holloway monologue was brought to mind.

"Brahn Boots.... I ask yer..... Brahn Boots"

The story of a dreadful social Faux Pas . Worth checking out.

The snowdrops awaited us but first the all important COFFEE TIME !

Taken in the outdoor section of the Hall's lovely cafe.

Inside the cafe there are tables and chairs. Some are old. On one walk we were seated INSIDE the cafe next to an old table which had a drawer. We surreptitiously slid the drawer out to discover a note inside which said "THERE'S NOTHING IN HERE NOSEY " We've chuckled about it ever since.

Ooh look ! The brown boots again, Rather magnificent aren't they ?

Have you worked out who's wearing them ?

And now the stars of the show......... The SNOWDROPS. Free to view except on Saturdays and Sundays when there is a £3 charge to come in.

Oh my !! Shadowy Sam is there again....... Sorry !

We continued along the path beyond the snowdrops and soon came to a lake.

Guardian Angling Club. There, on the other side of the lake, was a GUARDIAN.

Beyond the lake we followed a winding path through a short stretch of woodland.

Through a housing estate and across a railway bridge.

....and then though a group of very "upmarket" houses, the owners of which clearly wanted us to know who was in charge around there. Hmmmph !!

Talk about a "Warm Welcome" !

Next.... across a busy road and straight on to the promenade.

The tide was well in and was splashing against the sloping sea wall.

The low sun, making a pathway across the water, made for a rather atmospheric silhouette photo.

There was a chill breeze blowing as we turned to set off along the prom. Fortunately it was at our backs. Lunchtime was upon us but a sheltered spot would be needed.

Rather surprisingly although the prom was quite busy with people enjoying the sunshine and the "fresh" air, the first shelter we came to was empty, We filled it.
"The Prom was BUSY ?" Yes. ignore the fact that there's not a soul in sight. The prom WAS busy.

These two look rather too comfortable . One might even say "Smuggly " so. And look the owner of the "Brahn" boots fully exposed.

With lunch taken we continued along the prom until something caught our attention.

What is so interesting ?

This was , it seems, the site of large tanks which held mussels caught locally. They were kept in the tanks until they were cleansed and fit to eat.

There was some debate as to the purpose of the newly and very well constructed area. It seemed barren of purpose. Perhaps enquiries with the council might enlighten us.

Then we came across a rather poignant sight. A wrecked boat washed up on the shoreline.