With an errand to run in Lancaster, I combined it with a dog walk and decided to head to Williamson Park on the edge of Lancaster.
I had been here years ago with the family and had a wander around. It was time for a revisit. Following the satnav, the route took us through country lanes, trees over hanging the road with beautiful dappled sunshine – the sky was bright blue with not a cloud in the sky. The perfect September day.
Somehow I missed the turning into the park and briefly became lost in the nearby backstreets trying to do a U turn. There seemed to be a myriad of temporary road signs dictating that roads were closed and with traffic calming measures, other motorists and parked cars everywhere, I was heading deeper into chaos. Finally, I was able to turn around and headed back through the tiny narrow streets, back to the main road and turned into a rather grand gateway and into the park.
Still recovering from my sortie, I followed the road, not entirely convinced that I was doing this quite right and I was actually driving down a private road. I think it was the long line of parked cars back on the main road that set off this line of thinking, but this stretch of tarmac had speed bumps and limits, so I continued round the bends, along a tree lined avenue hoping for a car park. What seemed like an eternity, I found the car park with a sprinkling of cars parked in a line and pulled into a space. It was quite a tiny one too. We got ourselves sorted and I paid for the parking ticket – £2.00 all day (and finally figured about the cars on the main road – cheapskates who didn’t want to pay for parking).
We waddled uphill for about 100 yards and came upon the café, shop and butterfly house and just beyond that, the impressive Ashton Memorial high on the hill, with fantastic views across Morecambe Bay and the Lake District beyond.