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: What are we going to do now?
Monday
2nd August 2021
“What
are you going to do now?” asked the man
after we had freegled him something like
250 magazines.
“Go
for a walk,” said I.
“Find
a café” said the Dearly Beloved.
“The
Old Post Office in the village is now a
café” responded the man.
And
that is how we found ourselves sitting in
the back yard of the Old Post Office at
Hornby, drinking tea in the sunshine. What
perplexed me was why, here in the heart
of the Red Rose county, were they so proudly
promoting Yorkshire Tea? Weird. Still,
it was a good brew and Margaret certainly
enjoyed her huge scone (or scon as she calls
it) with jam and cream.
"What
are we going to do now?" we asked ourselves.
“Let’s just have stroll round the
village,” we answered. So we headed
north, over Hornby Bridge, past the castle
entrance (not open to the public), past
the church with its unusual octagonal tower,
and on to the end of the village.
We
crossed over the road and returned to the
car.
"What
are we going to do now?" again was
the question. “Let’s have a stroll along
the river,” was the answer. So back
across the strangely wide bridge we went,
then turned east along the north bank of
the River Wenning, looking back at the village.
After about a mile
we reached the River Lune, a very pleasant
confluence.
In
the banking were many holes; nesting places
for Sand Martins.
We
followed the east bank northwards, past
the Priory Farm as far as the Loyn Bridge.
Its name made me wonder if it were
a corruption of “Lune” (or vice-versa).
Uncle Google hasn't exactly helped
but I have discovered that the name “Lune”
derives from an Irish Celtic word meaning
“health giving”. I’d rather drink
the tea, thanks, even if it does come from
Yorkshire.
Near
the bridge we found a Captain Mannering
Pill Box set on the site of an ancient Motte
& Bailey (sounds like it should be a
TV cop show) Castle.
The road led
us back to the north end of the village
where surprisingly is a public swimming
pool and a rather strange school. Strange
in the sense that we couldn’t work out who
the pupils might be. The signage is
for “OneSchool Global” with the strapline
“Learning to learn”. Its dire website
(which won’t work with Internet Explorer
if you still use it) suggests it is some
sort of teacher training college that is
part of some sort of international organisation
that specialises in teaching cutting-edged,
technology-empowered buzz phrases. The
signage “Lancaster campus” had led me to
think it was part of Lancaster University
but I now know that it is the Lancaster
Campus of the OneSchool Global Schools organisation
which is associated with the Plymouth Brethren
Church. Hmm.
There
were two very sad looking closed pubs not
greeting us. On the other hand and
other side of the road next to the church,
the pie shop, looked much more inviting
but it was by now closed. The local children
appeared to appreciate its produce.
It was getting
late.
"What
are we going to do now?" once more
we queried.
“Let’s
go home,” we agreed.
That
makes it sound as if we hadn’t enjoyed the
walk. We had, especially alongside
the River Lune. It was shortish and
rather different to our typical ones but
it still qualified as a Great Little Walk.
Don,
Monday 2nd August 2021
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