Friday 29th January. 7.5 miles. Preston.
I drive a couple of miles to Grimsargh and park close to my last walk to save repeating the same roads. Walking through Cow Hill and down to the cattery, then along by Savick Brook to the private drive of Haighton House is a walk I’m very familiar with. I climb up the bridleway to Ladyewell House and follow Fernyhalgh Lane past St.Mary’s Church and school to Haighton Top.
I was starting to think this was a mistake as It brought back too many memories of bringing my friend with Alzheimer’s this way to keep her as active as possible. She loved this area and always brightened up on recognising familiar places.
I moved on across the motorway and was soon using the route of Preston Guild Wheel as it passes through the industrial estate behind the warehouses. I’m normally on my bike along here, so I had a different perspective today. A lot of the people using it are walking between areas of Preston as part of their daily routine rather than rushing round the whole circuit.
Coming off the Wheel at the service station next to motorway Junction 31A I was surprised to walk past a farm in the close vicinity. My efforts to come out by a housing estate were thwarted by a deep flood across the path. So I continued along the old railway line, Preston to Longridge, even though it wasn’t a public footpath. It became more and more overgrown and, I only managed to escape by crawling under barbed wire fences at Grimsargh Church.
From the bridge I rejoined the railway, now a made up track through Grimsargh to where the station had been. What a shame the ‘powers that be’ couldn’t connect it to the stretch from the motorway.
Another successful local walk, although not quite from my front door.
I remember that twisty lane. It was always a tempting shortcut in the car but every time I vowed not to use it again. By the way, I see you have fan mail on my “trumpet blowing” post.
I’ve always thought it strange that people only ever lose one glove. It’s like socks in the washing machine, you always end up with an odd one – where does the other one go?? I like the brick wall, it looks like street art painted to give the illusion of a sharp corner 🙂
Looking back, that was one of my most evocative walks of the last year.
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