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Saturday 6th January 2007
   
Yeah. So, there I was, after lunch, just about to sit down to watch Serenity, when . . . well, abrupt change of plan, shall we say. I hurriedly attach Christmas present from Liz (cycle computer) to bicycle and head off towards Clougha. Two and a half miles later and I reach one of
 
the entry points. There's one car in the car-park, a guy in his late fifties, early sixties, dressed in blue waterproofs, who greets me with a how-do, before taking the right fork (54° 2'15.01"N, 2°43'20.62"W) up towards the top of Clougha, I guess. I head left. Blimey - some of those walls and roads are mighty straight round there. Hmmmm. Anyway, those flowers had been placed there deliberately and recently, as should be obvious. Those leaves had formed a strange, Andy Goldsworthy-esque swirly shape (or concentric hoof shapes), that the pictures here don't really do full justice to, but hey . . . And then some rocks which had formed a cute little shelter.
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So the picture, first from the left, was taken about 40 minutes after the other one above, but the light had changed substantially - the sky was gradually starting to clear up. And then we have this strange observation tower thing or whatever in god's name it is. The next picture (second from left) I took because I was thinking of that scene at the beginning of Saving Private Ryan, during the landing at Omaha beach. Of course, you get nearer, and you realise it's just an odd
 
structure with a bricked up entrance. Hmmmm. Fourth picture along shows what I think is where grouse shooters hang out - it's probably got a name, but I know not. Last picture (bottom right there) is the result of a conversation I was having with M**** and Simon (of Harrogate), thereby proving exactly was I saying to unbelieving ears.
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So, I'm on my way back from Clougha and, following phone calls from M****, I'm heading towards Williamson's Park to meet M**** and A******. I spotted decent looking sunset with clear views of Blackpool
  
Tower in the distance, but I couldn't decide my favourite, so I've left all four in. Hmmmmm. I bumped into M**** and A****** somewhere around the lake and we made our way up towards the café, where I got a coffee and a slice of 'caramel loaf' which, given my recent exercise, tasted fantastic. So yeah . . . pictures of M**** and A****** with stupid folly in the background (the building . . . erm, oddly enough).
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