PENNY FOR THEM ? 4.5 Miles
Thinkers :- Anthony, Mike, Danny, John W, ... Jim C.
PENdle , PEN y Ghent, PENrith, PENwortham, What do they all have in common. Easy Peasy........... Three letters P E N. which in old English means "Hill" (or head)
Town on the Green Hill ..... PENWORTHAM (Wort like the french Vert meaning green and Ham, a settlement.) and we already know what Pen means
From Fulwood we piled into Anthony's new car (his second "Hybrid") and drove off to meet Jim at the cemetery car park at the end of Hill road.
All met up ! we set of to explore that area of Penwortham.
It was raining !
Jim, our leader for the day, told us that the path through Hurst Grange Grange park could be very wet and muddy . So he took us along a parallel path next to the park.
Still raining !
As we walked we passed various gates into the park, which we ignored, and carried on along our chosen route. Eventually we arrived at Cop Lane. one of Penwortham's busiest roads.
Just across this busy road was the neat white bungalow where another of our walkers, John Russell lives. He was not at home but we had some mail to push through his letter box.
We carried on through an area of almost classical suburbia and down one of the alleyways we came across this ! What was it ? The locals didn't know. (We asked them !) It seemed to be there to prevent cars driving down the narrow alley way.
Previous encounters with similar objects left us to believe it was a stone from out of a cheese press. There was a guiding groove (filled with concrete) and a ring to pull it up or let down.
Coffee Time. Which was taken at Booth's Supermarket.
Jim insisted in paying. Thanks Jim.
We left the cafe and walked back to the by-pass junction. In the middle of one of the roundabouts on the new by-pass road were these sculptures.
"No. Better not. THEY'RE TWO DEER "😖
If you read the list on the right hand side of this notice it seems an excellent way to tell spectators to control their emotions when attending school children's (and teenager's) matches.
After passing All Hallows school we turned right to follow the roads through a large area of fairly modern housing.
John W is very much a fan of encouraging "Wildlife" into his or any other gardens ......... But there's Wildlife and there's "WILDLIFE". A bit over the top this perhaps ?
JW through either astonishment or amusement couldn't even get the horizon level.
Once through this lengthy area of suburbia we found our way into the delightful Hurst Grange Park and into it's equally delightful cafe.
LUNCHTIME!
Here you can see a very contentious "Bacon Butty". Danny ordered his first but Mike got HIS first nearly resulting in fisticuffs at dawn. This is a slight EXAGGERATION There was FALSE outrage accompanied by much laughter and joking.
Why is John listening so intently ?
As it was "National Poetry Day". JW had made the request that we each prepare a poem to be read or recited to the others. He was most agreeably surprised that everyone had complied with this unusual request. Thanks Fellas !
Danny gave us a piece with a strong Lancashire accent (Dialect) called "God Bless these Poor Folk"
John gave us "Inversnaid" by Gerard Manley Hopkins A poem about a moorland brook.
Anthony recited "If I should die" from the poem "Soldier " by Rupert Brooke about his thoughts during the first world war
Mike readout "The Night Mail " by W H Auden. (There is wonderful film of this poem scans in a way which illustrates and demonstrates how the poem simulates or emulates the rhythm of the train's journey).
All finished ..... let's go........ IT'S RAINING !
Here's a lucky umbrella and luckily Danny already has one.
It was now only a short walk down through the park.
Past the Gate House.
Out into Hill Road
and back into the car park.
An excellent walk in what was , to JW at least , unknown territory.
Well done Jim. (Who still had a further half mile to walk. )
THE END
JW
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