A quick jolly along the edge of the bay, Jenny Brown's Point and Silverdale.
With my tummy grumbling and head aching (I blame the pickles that came with the pie and peas at Dave's retirement bash on Friday night), we were off on a mission to UK Canoes in Lancaster. Not the most successful (they didn't have the kit I wanted!), we headed north and west intent on having a look at Trowbarrow, a limestone quarry with some good climbing, just outside Silverdale on the south side of Morecombe Bay. What we actually did was stop for lunch in the Wolfhouse cafe and gallery before stretching our legs along the limestone outcrops above Silverdale beach...
Heysham power station across the bay
I'm losing count of how many times this part of the world finds new ways to make me glad to live here. Even on an overcast, cold day, pheasant walking in front of us, swathes of daffodils and lambs pogo-ing in the fields, huge skies and even bigger horizons - I can't get enough of it.
Silverdale and Humphrey Head across Morecombe Bay sands
Sue and the boys decide it's time for home...
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