R*n 552: Longlands

This R*n was set by Anoraksia but I suffered from Amnesia as I forget to do the write-up!

Blame Anti-Septic for confusing me last week. First I was writing and then I wasn't and first I was with the hounds and then I wasn't, so I arrived back for our slap up pub nosh too late for the circle, so couldn't even understand my sins! That was last week!

Back to this weak's run.

Amnesia again as I forgot to count the bridges on our splendid hash through the historic sights along the last remaining navigable stretch of canal which formerly reached Kendal and is still recovering from the construction of the M6 which blocked it in several places. Plans are afoot to rebuild it to Kendal but the costs involved probably exceed the cost spent on building this section of motorway in the 1970s.

Anoraksia promised big prizes for whoever correctly counted up all the bridges on his r*n but I did not win it, so I have even forgotten who did!

We began from Longlands Hotel at Tewitfield, a splendid hashing pub and the end of the currently navigable Lancaster Canal.

A circuitous route involving canal bridges, road bridges, railway bridges, but no motorway bridges brought us to a beer stop conveniently located on the canal where the still open railway from Carnforth to Leeds crosses the pre-existing canal on an elegant viaduct.

Without waiting to watch trains (there are very few) we hashed onwards retracing the canal back to Tewitfield.

Failing any views of trains, Bitter took photos of horses and ponies, all unemployed since they motorised the canal boats in Victorian times and happily eating grass.

Ducks and tourists flocked along the canal on this glorious August Sunday.

How did you get good weather in August, Anoraksia?

Must be a magician.