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Travel Blogs from Morecambe
... then up to our room. We then took our morning cabby's advice and headed for the carvery for a cheap and filling buffet roast looking straight out over the lake.
Yorkshire – a Poem
Your valleys are called dales
Your pubs serve fine ales
The weather is often dreary
But your people are cheery
Your meadows are green
And full English breakfasts keep us lean
... the next lush grassy meadow. We met a local sheep farmer George and watched his dog Chip round up the sheep. George was well into his 80’s, and Chip about the same in dog years, both on heart tablets. George loved to talk – and we could have listened to him all day except the path called as usual.
Our guide book had mentioned the complexity of this stage of the walk, so we tried to pay close attention to its instructions. Our map and phone GPS ...
Headed off later than hoped but reached Stratford-on-Avon around 1pm. Full of tourists. Lots of people enjoying the weather - overcast but warm. Found a beaut market and enjoyed looking around. Waited 50 minutes for toasted sandwiches that didn't come, so after waiting that length of time, followed Dave's lead and walked out. Ended up with a sausage in a roll from one of the market vendor's. Not a patch on Tasman sausages and HXUC market day bread! No time to see ...
... and earlier in the day, but we enjoyed visits to the lolly shop, loo and fruit shop (pears and cox pippin apples) before making our way to our accommodation about 3km out of town. Along the lane we were stopped by a woman on a quad bike who said some cows had got out. Lucky for us we weren’t in the lane a few minutes earlier or would have been in our own “running of ...
An earlier start time and no rain, though it was cold and cloudy, allowed for a good pace and more rests today. Our first landmark, an old farm, now a hunting lodge, which we could see in the distance the whole time, seemed to get no closer as we marched towards it over boggy fields. The hunters were just getting organised to go out and shoot partridge, and their umpteen ...