The Saturday after I’d been to London I felt like I needed to get out for a walk, but nothing too strenuous after a busy week, but something that would blow the cobwebs away. I didn’t fancy driving so decided I’d get the train over to Arnside for a route that would take me along Morecambe Bay and up the small hill known as Arnside Knott.
It was rather grey and overcast when I arrived, but the thick cloud soon cleared leading to a warm, sunny day.
From the station I walked over to the “prom” and set out along the Kent estuary towards Morecambe Bay. The tide was well out, revealing the expansive flat sands. They looked harmless enough but many people have lost their lives in the treacherous quicksands or when the tide rushes in “faster than a running horse” No danger of that today, the tide wasn’t due in for several hours and the siren announcing the turn of the tide only sounded when I was safely back in Arnside at the end of my walk.
With the tide well out I strayed deep ont the sands before returning to the shore at Far Arnside. I then crossed a couple of caravan sites and took the path up towards Arnside Tower.
The ruined building is a Pele Tower, one of many small fortified keeps or tower houses, built close to the English and Scottish borders from times when these lands were plagued by raiders and reivers.
Descending th e hill I spotted that since the last time I was around here the farm near the tower had opened a cafe that was open at weekends and school holidays, so I stopped off for a brew
Refreshed on a hot day I carried on towards the Knott
climbing up through the woods
After a short climb I reached the ridge and was greeted with great views over the Kent estuary towards the main Lakeland Fells in the distance
and over Morecambe Bay, where the tide was still well out
After taking in the view while I had a bite to eat, I set off back down the hill towards Arnside via the estuary.
I followed the shore back to the prom
where I treated myself to an ice cream which I ate sitting on the small pier looking over the railway bridge (tide still not back in!)
It was nearly time for the train – a direct one back to Wigan so no need to change at Lancaster!
so only just over an hour after boarding the train I was back home after an enjoyable day’s walk.