In January Steve and I took a trip to Caton Moor near Lancaster. This was short drive for us really and we parked up outside The Fenwick pub; we asked to park in the car park if we got a beer there later. The walk started off up a track across from the pub and it was a pleasant walk, though a little icy, to the wind farm. Here we saw kids on sledges, making the most of recent snowfall. We passed the wind turbines and made our way to the summit.
Steve said, ‘Shall we make it a circular and head down that snowy hill with no path?’ I said, Sure why the heck not. We did just that, trudging through deep snow and stepping in to the odd lake hidden under the white stuff (actually they were puddles, my mother always told me (a thousand times) not to exaggerate). We got back on track (on our earlier track, actually) and to the car. We always keep our promises and had a beer at the pub… cheers, salute, prost, etc…
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