Yealand Storrs (North of Carnforth) – Walmer Bridge (just South of Preston)
1882 feet climbed
3434 calories burnt
It was nice to have electricity and water last night on our little campsite. But I woke up with two huge bites, midgies in Scotland seem to be nothing compared to this.
It was eerily misty as we woke up but as we ate breakfast it cleared round the hills. We looked out over green fields with cows grazing and the sun slowing coming out.
Dad and I set off around 8:30am along little country lanes for the first 5 miles, apart from us there were just bird twitchers out as we’d stayed over near an RSPB centre. We then hit the A6 for a short while, thankfully because we were up early there wasn’t too much traffic about. It wasn’t long before we were pedalling our way through Morecambe; we saw the traditional sea front, with the re-furbished art deco hotel and statue of Eric Morecambe, the other half of Ernie Wise.
We stopped for lunch in Stalmine, in the car park of Wyre FC. There was no-one around so we had a nice quiet lunch, my bite was playing up and there had been no lay-by’s around all afternoon and I’d been dying for the toilet for miles so I wasn’t in the best of moods in all honesty!
After sandwiches for lunch, it was then on to Fleetwood (where Dad and I found £17 laying in the middle of the road in pound coins) and then into the seaside spectacular that is Blackpool. We managed to cycle along the promenade, taking in the rather tacky pleasure beach.
On from Blackpool was Lytham St Anne’s, where Dad and I stopped to spend our bounty on coffee and tea cakes. We then headed east towards Preston – when we got to the centre of the town we had to go back on ourselves as the route I had plotted took us on a strange coastal path that was covered in grass and looked decidedly ‘off-road’ and definitely not suitable for our bikes.
Mum and Harry had found a wonderful spot for us, a real gem – in the car park of a pub, called the Fox Cub. It is becoming increasingly difficult to find places to stop over with the motorhome, that are on the route and within a radius of us cycling.
For dinner Harry cooked a wonderful creamy pasta dish, with the left over ribs from last night and we had apple pies and custard for dessert. As we were staying in the Fox Cub pubs car park we went in for a glass of wine (or two) and had a chat with the friendly manager who had kindly let us stay in his car park over night 🙂