Okay, here we go, blasting through six walks really quick.
So, one day a little while ago, who knows when, it was another rainy day and I was very keen to get out for a walk again. It might seem a bit dull to just pick a random road, but I decided that a walk down Slyne Road and back would probably be very nice. This road is quite a nice one, you see. It passes fields, and at a certain point, the Lake District comes into view. Also, and I didn't know this before, there are lots of really old buildings to see, most of which have the year they were built carved into their lintels.
I started at the Cross Keys pub (really nice food, but don't get the pork belly), which as you can see was built in 1727. I was really naughty though and parked in the pub car park, even though I was not a patron on this day. There were lots of patrons, but I pretended to be invisible and hoped they wouldn't see me.
I suspect that this is not the original garden wall of Little Grange, which was built in 1575. I didn't take a picture of the old building itself because it's someone's home and they were in.
This is the pub across the road from the Cross Keys, called the Slyne Lodge. (I'm using the dictation tool on my Mac to write this because I get sore wrists, and Slyne Lodge came up as slime lunch. Great fun.) I don't know when the Slyne Lodge was built because it doesn't say on the outside. It's a very pretty Georgian building though, isn't it?
A little farmhouse, built in I-can't-remember-when.
A whole row of tiny little old houses, also built in I-can't-remember-when.
I tried to take a clear picture of the date on this house but now I can't read it. I think it says 1681. Whenever it was built, it's a very pretty house. I really want to be able to say that one of these houses was a coachouse, and maybe one was, but I don't know enough about them to say which one. Not this one though – it's too small to house any horses.
These ones are so cute! And if I lived on my own, I'd quite like a house like this, as long as it had enough space for lots of bookcases and shelves.
Quite soon, I ran out of houses to admire and nosey at, and I trotted on down the road towards Bolton-le-Sands. It was quite drizzly now, and I couldn't see very well because my glasses were all drizzled up. I was having a rare old time, enjoying myself, and actually thinking about taking my coat off because it was one of those warm-cold days.
I think you'll find it quite difficult to spot these cunningly hidden mobile phone masts. I'll give you a clue: they're definitely the oddly shaped trees you spotted straight away.
Before you know it you're into Bolton-le-Sands and normal houses. I can't believe I considered living here once – it's not a very interesting street. It does have a delicious-smelling Chinese restaurant, but that's about it. Oh, and if you want to buy a motorhome, this is apparently the place.
Of all the bus stops I've seen in the world, I think this is the cutest. How come bus stops don't smell of wee anymore? Bus stops always used to smell of wee when I was little, and it was nothing to do with me.
In record time, I reached my target stopping point of the bridge over the canal. I had a quick breather, leaned over the side to look at the green stuff, and then headed back.
Green stuff.
Now then, Shady Lane. One to be explored at a later date.
It's not all that shady – but perhaps it's named for the dodgy dealings that used to take place here… or maybe still do.
On my way back, I noticed a cornfield that I hadn't spotted on the way down. It was quite a big cornfield as well compare to the tiny one that we see all the time at the Favourite Place. It just occurred to me that we never see any scarecrows. Why's that then? Maybe we have no crows.
This walk wasn't actually as quick as I've made it seem just now – I think it took about an hour, and I did pay attention to my surroundings and take in the nature.
One down, four or five to go – can't remember, but a few.
WQ
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