A LUNE INTERLUDE.

 

I was sure when I passed this way before there was a fish ladder next to the Halton hydroelectric installation on the Lune.  That vague recollection had brought the three of us along the banks today. I have not mentioned it, but last week Mike and I ventured down to the Hodder to try and see salmon leaping up its weirs. That was a complete failure, as had been my attempts last year, along the same stretch.

  Not be defeated it was time for another try. We engaged Sir Hugh into our quest, even if it was just to get him away from his models. Meeting up at the defunct Halton Station, This should be an easy walk for my damaged heel. The rain stopped as we stepped out of the cars and incidentally started once more in earnest when we were just arriving back at them. Good timing.

  We crossed the narrow road bridge built from the remains of an older rail bridge. Down below, the River Lune was running high and fast. I made my excuses then, saying there was probably too much water for the salmon leaping.

  We walked past the housing developments near the old Halton Mill and forge and in half a mile arrived at the weir. I pointed out the fish ladder, but they were not convinced, and there were certainly no fish. I began to doubt my research from last year when a ladder and automatic fish counter were mentioned at this site. We poked about at the turbine house and admired the view of the L shaped weir with its rushing flood water.

  My intention was to walk there and back, but somehow It was I who suggested carrying on and creating a circular walk via The Crook of Lune.  I’m regretting that decision now as I sit with an ice pack on my heel.

  Mike and Sir Hugh were pleased with the walk which was new to both of them, It’s difficult to take Sir Hugh somewhere fresh.

   We spent time on the bridges over the Crook of Lune with the views up the valley and immediate vicinity. Something new had appeared on the eastern rail bridge — a multitude of fresh flowers adorning the railings.  They certainly brightened up the scene and we pondered on their originator. It so happened that he was stood almost next to us and we were soon in conversation with him. From Transylvania and now Morecambe, he cycles here most days with the altruistic idea of brightening peoples lives. And he feeds the doves and pigeons. It’s a shame people go off with his best roses, but that’s altruism for you.

  We couldn’t dally any longer and set off back along the south side of the river stopping at the weir again where there was a fish ladder but of course no fish. As I said we arrived back at the cars as the rain started and drove off to nearby Caton and the Ship Inn where we enjoyed, yes you’ve guessed it — fish and chips.

It’s still raining tonight  and due to continue for a couple of days with more flooding, lets hope that may have some influence on the delegates at Glasgow’s international climate  summit.

  Any ideas where we can try again next week?

Too much water?

 

Turbine fish ladder.

 

Flower power.

 

The artist in situ.

 

More prosaic.

 

No fish this side either.

 

Halton’s station framed.

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8 thoughts on “A LUNE INTERLUDE.

    1. bowlandclimber Post author

      Yes the muddy estuaries are a bit grim especially on a grey day. The Lune is a wonderful river and is supposed to have a large stock of Salmon but reading some of the fishermens’ forums numbers are drastically falling. Pollution, over fishing and yes you’ve guessed it global warming.

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  1. Michael Graeme

    I doubt I could suggest anywhere different for such an experienced crew, but I enjoyed tagging along on this one via your write-up. I’ve walked upstream from Crook of Lune, but never thought to go the other way. I shall add this route along with many of your others to my list. The man with the flowers sounds like quite a character, and just the sort we need more of. You did well to dodge most of that rain.

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