Friday afternoon

As with everyone else it seems - blogger is being dreadful - according to their page there is nothing untoward, but there is definitely a problem - hopefully it will get sorted and if not, I might start looking for another platform. Something I don't really want to do.

We managed a magical 24 hour escape in the van - with both of us having to deal more and more with aging parents who seem to be struggling with the speed of the real world - these microadventures help clear our heads and make us more able to cope.

We packed Zeb (van) with just the necessities and with an overexcited Wills, we drove up to the South Lakes, parked in a favourite lane, strapped on our boots and set off. Wills was horrendous on the lead for about the first 20 minutes then I out of desperation, discovered a slight change in her lead and harness made all the difference. She pulls and pulls and is completely unresponsive when I try to rein her in - but (fingers crossed) with this new lead/harness arrangement - I might just still have a left hand after a walk..... sigh.

But on to more enjoyable things - our walk was utterly delicious and just what we needed. I find being nearer the sea restorative. Our route took us through meadows and woodlands, gently dipping in and out of villages then back through fields and trees.

We chose to stop at the 'Pepper Pot', a Victorian folly on the crest of Eaves Woods looking over Silverdale and Morecombe Bay. The folly's official name is the Queen Victoria Golden Jubilee Monument which is quite a grandiose mouthful for a six metre tall rough stone tower with a wonky conical roof. But the view is utterly sublime.

We sat on the edge of the limestone slab for our lunch - and for the most part of our stop, it was just us, the folly and the view. As we started to pack away, other visitors started to appear from all sides and we smiled quietly at how lucky we'd been to have had the place to ourselves.

We dropped down to the cove and followed the coastal path all around the headland to Jenny Brown's Point. Like all these places given a name, its history is ambiguous. However, Jenny Brown just might have been a local living in one of the 17th - 18th century cottages along the coast near the remains of the old quay.

We love meandering through the National Trust's open access land called Jack Scout. There are a number of lovely nooks where you can just plonk yourself down and crack open the flask and watch the world go by. Or if you are a dog - have a nap....

The trees have been hammered by the onshore winds sculpting them to sinuous coastal hugging topiary.

We turned inland at the smelting chimney but not without replicating a photo we had taken with Moss some years before. Willow obliged quiet happily as we snapped away.

We then walked inland through the woodland back to the van where we sat, sans boots and listened to the birds trilling while we drank freshly made mugs of tea. Willow scoffed her biscuits in record time then threw herself into bed. A good sign, a very good sign indeed.