Wednesday, 26 August 2020

TIME GOES BY.

ANTIQUES ROAD SLOW 


We're old and getting older but still we walk the land

We like to think we'll keep it up till the glass runs out of sand

Smooth paths and fields and gentle hills are what we now call fun

But memories come into mind of challenges we've done

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Those were the days of long ago. We used to call it "Hiking"

Mountains high and snow capped fells and sometimes long days biking

A little tent, a sleeping bag, a rucksack and a primus

No cars we had when we were young we had to take a bus.

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So off we'd go into the "wild" with careful plans..... P'raps not.

When evening came we pitched our tents in some idyllic spot

Pine scented woods or tinkling stream. A view to lift you up.

A billy boiling on the stove. A tea bag in a cup.


But time moves on and so do we. The years we cannot hide

We potter now at gentle pace and with a shortened stride

A comfy car, a cosy cafe, the chats with friends. the laughter

The challenge of those lofty peaks' no longer what we're after.


Make no mistake we aren't done yet but focus had to shift

The passing years have slowed us down... but each year was a gift

Some decades now that some of us have walked and been good friends

A few more years we hope to get before our story ends.

J.W,

   

Monday, 24 August 2020

Preston Guild Wheel.....in less than a day!

A sponsored walk by Michael Donlan in aid of the Rwanda Group Trust (21.42 miles)
https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/rgtmichael-donlan 
Sunrise over Preston dock marina 6.30am


The Marina Cafe 

Entering Miller Park by the River Ribble

Crossing London Road at Walton-le-Dale

Following the river to Brockhole Nature Reserve at Samlesbury

The floating buildings in the reserve

Approximately 9 miles completed  (going anti-clockwise) 9:00am

Broughton village on the A6

Crossing the M55 motorway from Blackpool

Lunchtime by the pond in Cottam approximately 15 miles completed. (about 11:30am)

The Final Whistle café at the Uclan Sports Centre
(with significant 
memories for some Meanderthals)

Now following the Millenium Lancaster Canal link

Crossing the Riversway road to Blackpool
(looking east to Preston)

Nearing the end - on the riverside near to the docks

Finally back at the start.... by the swing bridge on the marina (1:30pm)

....at the Marina café.

Saturday, 22 August 2020

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
                                                                    The end

Friday, 21 August 2020

HALTON BRIDGE


 ANOTHER OLD FRIEND 

5 Miles..er no ! 6 ?..er no !  7 ?  er no ! 8 ?  got it.

Walkers :-Martin, Anthony, Vic, Danny, John W.

We parked on the South side of Halton's unusual single track bridge and were soon making our way up the attractive lane leading to the main road.  The sun sparkled on the stream flowing alongside it.


Across the main road and straight on up Grimeshaw Lane.



This was a long but gentle uphill tramp.


We met several cyclists, no walkers and one car which sensibly turned back as the recent heavy rains had left the track quite unsuitable for cars.



As the track levelled out it also drew nearer to the M6 Motorway and before long we were crossing it and looking for somewhere to have a coffee break. 




Once over the M6 we searched for somewhere suitable for coffee and eventually had to make do with the edge of the track. The metal knee brigade ( Vic and John W ) like to find a bank or raised area as getting up from a flat surface can be difficult.

The track next took us past the "Young Offenders Institute" (prison)


Which in an effort to make it sound less daunting was euphemistically called...........


.................. The "LANCASTER FARMS". I suspect that not many of it's inmates were experienced agriculturalists.

On the opposite side of the track were the buildings of the long since closed Lancaster Moor Mental hospital. Now converted to apartments and greatly extended.



We were now in Lancaster itself and looking for the entrance to Williamson Park. This was NOT it.


but rather the entrance to the Victorian church's graveyard.

Just across the road from here, though, was one of the entrances to Williamson Park where a fascinating tree just had to be photographed.



Now for the first time the area became busy with lots of young families enjoying the sunshine before the "dodgy" return to school.

On cold, wet winter walks we have had our butties inside the Ashton memorial. VERY NAUGHTY as notices say food is prohibited inside. Today, with so many people about, we felt it inappropriate to do so,  so we found a quiet spot at one side. 




Inspite of the large crowds around the memorial very few people invaded our quiet, sheltered, sunny spot. Perhaps the guardian lions kept them away.


One lady who did pass by laughed and said "Living the dream eh ?"  "Certainly are." 
 we replied as long as the dreams include the occasional nightmare !

Lunch over we returned to the thronging masses and as elderly persons stopped briefly to visit some well set up facilities with excellent sanitisor available .


Then back past the monument and down the road to the park exit.



As we walked, particularly within Williamson Park, we came across many beautiful and unusual trees.



And at frequent intervals we were overwhelmed by the heavy, cloying scent of large areas of the invasive weed - Himalayan Balsam.



We left the Park.



and headed downhill towards the city centre.

We were not to reach the City centre but after passing the Lancaster Royal Grammar School and the Catholic Lancaster Diocesan Cathedral we took to the canal.





Danny....obviously a snappy dresser...... or something.




Another family of swans. Unless of course they've paddled all the way from Glasson.



The amount of green weed on the canal showed that it had not been used much. There was some floating traffic though.



After a mile or so along the canal we stopped briefly to finish our flasks.


And a little further on we left the canal to go under rather than over the famous aqueduct.



We were now on the Lune Cycle track heading back to Halton Bridge. The way however was blocked and we were diverted through a small but interesting piece of "parkland"




Out onto the busy main road for about a quarter of a mile.



Then back to the cycle track and so onwards to the car park at Halton Bridge.



Ice cream and Ginger Beer all round . Thanks Martin.


THE END

p.s.  Anthony informed us that the phrase"Lashings of Ginger Beer" although correctly attributed to Enid Blyton was never actually used in any of her many books,  Well Well !

p.p.s. before our walk began Vic handed a small package, obviously containing money, to John W. "Whats this for ?" John asked. "For you." said Vic. "You don't owe me anything !" said John W.  "Look at it" said Vic. It was in fact an amount of Euros that Vic thought he would never use so he was giving it to somebody who probably would. A thoughtful gesture. Thanks Vic.