It feels good, we are together again, Harry is made up to be up in the north of England where it seems his heart lies, Marmalade on the other hand is back being mardy I think she wanted to be travelling internationally, hopefully Harry and I can talk her round and stop her sitting there contemplating her navel.
First stop today was Knott End a tiny place on the end of a peninsula in north Lancashirewit a huge bay to the north and east across the mouth of the river Ribble from Fleetwood, the last time I was there was over fifty years ago when my sister's father in law took me there to show me the man who's job was to sweep the sand off the end of the Fleetwood ferry ramp, since then the Knott End cafe had been rebuilt but it was the same greasy spoon inside and serves up a huge all-day breakfast. Next stop was Ribchester and its museum covering the history of the Roman fort that was the reason for the growth of the town, it is a lovely setting with quaint honey stone built cottages and houses. From there we zigzagged acros country to tonight's overnight stop at the Old Stone Trough Country Lodge & Inn which for £30.00 per night B&B is outstanding value for money, I think all the patrons are working locally but far from home so far I have detected accents from all over the UK.
Tomorrow we cross the border into Yorkshire for three days.
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