Shunning the expensive carparks we eventually find a spot on the seafront, in front of a row of billboards – one of which is very familiar. My father loved Morecambe and Wise and so did I, although sometimes I suspect it was his laughter that made me giggle rather than what was happening on the screen.
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Cockerham to Fleetwood 26.7.23
Road walking and more road walking, but sometimes coast walking is like that. In this instance it is about keeping to the route closest to the coastline, so having walked for 15 minutes down the A588 we must ignore the sign to the quieter roads of the Lancashire Coastal Way and carry on down the road.
Continue readingLancaster to Cockerham 25.7.23
We start on the south bank of another river today – the river Lune, which has its source in Cumbria and then flows west and south to enter the Irish Sea south of Lancaster. It will be on our right hand side from where we start to where we finish. It is a lovely day.
Continue readingLongton to Preston 24.7.23
Returning to the Dolphin Inn we leave the car and follow signs for the Ribble Way which starts here and follows the River Ribble through Preston and right up to its source in the Yorkshire Dales.
Continue readingHesketh Bank to Longton 22.7.23
It is not often I am taken aback by a supermarket but Booths in Hesketh Bank is up there with the greats. This is not my photo as I am hurrying in to buy a couple of sandwiches and the sky is grey, promising rain – not ideal for photos. The building is well designed and apart from the cleanliness and abundance of products, I am most impressed by the staff who actually look they enjoy working there.
Continue readingHawarden Bridge to Neston 20.7.23
It took a lot of deliberation but I finally decided to walk over the bridge rather than up the estuary to Chester – life is too short. So, here we are in Shotton and on our way over the railway bridge, through the playing fields and up onto Hawarden Bridge.
Continue readingFlint to Hawarden Bridge 2.6.23
The car is still holding up after yesterday’s trauma – we are back in the carpark at Flint Castle. I walk over to a nearby bench to change my footwear and as I’m struggling with my boots a young girl appears out of the bushes and starts walking, rather unsteadily, towards me. She is very suntanned, her hair in braids knotted with coloured glass beads and is carrying a massive backpack.
Continue readingLlannerch Y Môr to Flint 1.6.23
This is the walk that may never have happened, but there must have been a few angels about on that fateful morning.
Continue readingPrestatyn to Llanerch Y Mor 31.5.23
What a difference a day makes….Prestatyn Beach or Barkby Beach as it’s marked on the map, is deserted this morning, apart from a couple of dog walkers. It’s a grey day.
Continue readingAbergele to Prestatyn 30.5.23
The station is very quiet on this beautiful morning – no classic cars this time, just an almost deserted beach that stretches out as far as the eye can see.
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