Quiet time….

Two days in Garstang were enough; there’s nothing wrong with the village, it’s just that a busy towpath and houses isn’t a patch on green fields and long views.

Our present mooring, looking out towards the west and the Irish Sea

Still, we’ve got the cupboards topped up and we had visitors again yesterday afternoon. Our good friends Val and John dropped in on their way from a trip to Preston, bearing gifts in the form of a new running shirt and a birthday cake.

Nicki had brought me one on Friday as well, and very nice that one was as well, but I didn’t get a chance to take a picture before it was half gone!

Nicki is a chef and works in a bakery in Ingleton so knows a bit about good cakes….

Val is what you’d call a gifted amateur, and also makes cracking confectionary. So I’ve been a bit spoiled, these last 2 days.

Vals cake, complete with an icing sugar “Meg”

The forecast was a bit dodgy for today, so, although we’d decided to move out of town, we didn’t intend to go far.

We stopped at the services at Moss Lane Bridge to top up the water while a wash load was running, then cruised slowly into the countryside, passing the busy Bridge House Marina.

Bridge House Marina

Just 1½ miles and we spotted this open grassy towpath with fine views, and it was just about deep enough to get in, so this will do till Monday.

Looking north, to Clougha Pike and Tarnbrook Fell. Magic.

Locks 0, miles 1½