The snow of the past week had melted as mild air drifted in across the Atlantic bringing with it lots of rain. The weather forecast for Sunday was for persistent rain all day, and it proved correct. I was out with Crosby Rambling Club where we visited Worston for our walk and Christmas dinner.
I had done the recce for this walk a few weeks ago when the conditions had been prefect, see my blog ‘ In the shadow of Pendle’. Pendle Hill dominated the scene but today we hardly glimpsed it through the rain and mist.
We trudged on across muddy fields and climbed over numerous step stiles, some of them quite treacherous. At lunchtime we found some shelter in an old cow shed. Far from ideal, it was filthy, but at least it had a roof and we were dry.
After a very brief stop we carried on. We were now heading into the wind and the rain was finding all the little gaps in my waterproofs. As least my camera was safe.It was tucked away inside several layers of clothing.
We reached the village of Downham, said to be the prettiest village in Lancashire. Today it looked like everywhere, drab and grey. We now had just a couple of miles of flat walking back to Worston. It was a case of ‘ put your head down and go for it’
We were back at the coach by 3.00pm but it was already starting to get dark. Time to dry off. I was glad I had brought a complete change of clothing.
Warm and dry it was time to head into the Calf’s Head where we had booked our Christmas meal. They served a good range of traditional beers but I opted straight for the wine. A nice bottle of full bodied Argentinian Malbec which I hoped would last me through the meal.
Everyone’s spirits improved as we got warm and enjoyed our drinks.
The meal was excellent, as was the service.
I had Garlic mushrooms to start, followed by Pot roasted pheasant with all the trimmings .Traditional Christmas Pudding to finish off with – superb. Well done the Calf’s Head.
On the journey home all that could be heard was the gentle sound of snoring.
It had been a great day out despite the weather. The walk was one to be endured rather than enjoyed.