It was pouring with rain this morning. Stair rodding actually. Yesterday had been 20 degrees and wall to wall sunshine. In fact I was considering putting shorts on, it was that warm. Today it plummets 10 degrees, got a blanket of dull cloud limply hanging over us and I’m back in woolly jumpers, coat and wellies!
Despite the rain, The Dog and I headed west and by the time we reached Silverdale on the coast, it had stopped. Silverdale is between Hest Bank and Arnside and full of footpaths. There’s woodland and coastal paths to follow and it’s a case of follow your nose and see what you discover.
I parked up by Fleagarth Wood (isn’t that a great name?), in a little lay-by on the road and followed the path through a lovely woodland where suddenly you pop out onto this view. This is looking across down towards Hest Bank and Morecambe.
It opens up onto a flood plain which leads into Morecambe Bay. Here seaweed is snagged in fencing which is quite high up from the plain. It’s obviously been a very high tide………..
It’s riddled with muddy channels like this above and sheep graze on the grassland. This is part of the Lancashire Coastal Way.
We are coming up to the Bay here with the sands becoming more prevalent.
Trying to get a bit more arty with the photos. Actually remembered to bring the proper camera today!!!
This area is known as Jenny Brown’s Point. It is thought that a lady called Jenny Brown lived in the isolated cottage near to the chimney, back in the 18th century, but there’s little information to go on.
This building is a bit of a mystery. It could be a lime kiln, a type of beacon or the remnants of a copper smelting works. Believe it is Grade 2 listed and therefore protected. It stands alone on the edge at the end of Brown’s Point. Not a lot is known about this area, but there are volunteers delving into the history to find out more. Sadly this and the surrounding salt marshes are in danger of being eroded by the sea and there’s a desperate attempt to save this area.
These have been revealed recently due to the erosion of the area. There is a lot of old jetties and structures poking their way back after being buried for many years. There seems to be a lot of intervention by man here. Very interesting.
This looks like part of a pier or jetty that has collapsed years ago and slowly rotting in the sandy mud. Another example of man’s handprint.
Take care around this point.
This is apparently the remnants of an old sea wall, an ambitious project to reclaim Silverdale Sands from the sea, constructed in 1874. But it was abandoned after it became excessively expensive and ineffective. The sea kept pinching the sands back….
I like this photo – it’s A Path To Somewhere. Or maybe nowhere.
The Dog loves it here as she’s able to run with abandon. It’s very flat and she gallops across the gloop with ease. There’s me, sinking gently and having to pull each welly out with each step. Then she’s on the rocks, leaping effortlessly like a gazelle, while her mistress is wobbling, slipping, sliding, being very indecisive and threatening to fall over in a heap. She gives me such looks – “you useless bipedal creature”and I have to agree with her. Oh for 4 paw drive.
We head up from the beach and come across the National Trust land of Jack Scout. I can’t find out why it’s called Jack Scout.
The sun had been fighting with the cloud and kept making brief, weak appearances. This is one occasion – a quick photo before the clouds swallowed it again. The temperature suddenly shot up too.
The paths in Jack Scout can take you to the edge of the cliffs here. The Dog takes in the view of the Lake District and the Bay.
You have been warned! In the far distance is the Power Station at Heysham.
The lime kiln at Jack Scout. A shame about the fencing around it. Read the links below to find out more about lime kilns.
An information board next door giving more information about the Jack Scout limekiln. Needs a little TLC, but from the picture you can see what it looked like in its heyday.
We left the National Trust land and walked along the single track road that runs between Jenny Brown’s Point and Gibraltar Farm. Here we found the Wolf House Gallery and cafe for a welcome cuppa and a sausage sarnie. The Dog sits staring at me, looking neglected, pathetic and underfed. Finally I give in to the boring eyes and slip her a couple of bits of sausage. She looked very happy.
Suitably refresh, we retraced our steps the way we came.
I took these photos of these items which were in and around the Wolf House Gallery. I just love the chicken and the old milk urns sitting on a wall.
We walk back through the woods which are full of wild garlic, covering every inch of floor space. The smell is gorgeous, but they’re not quite ready to flower. Another couple of weeks and it will be a carpet of white flowers. This past week, the trees and bushes have finally woken up and their leaves are that bright verdant green which I absolutely love. It’s so fresh and new – spring is well under way!
This photo should of been at the beginning of the blog rather than the end. It’s where I’ve parked the car and the start of the walk for me and The Dog.
This is a lovely walk – a real mixture of woodland, flood plains, coastal and National Trust with the added incentive of a cafe at the half way point. Not too long, but make sure you wear sturdy shoes as some parts of the walk are a little tricky to negotiate. Enjoy.