I’m not sure what inspired today’s little journey, but some time over the weekend I decided I should head out to the place my family lived between 1972 and 1976- Halton. Part of it was the memory of crossing a narrow bridge to get there.
The bike and I hopped on a train to Lancaster and then I got my bearings and headed out of town toward the M6. A little way the other side of the motorway along the A683 there’s a narrow road which might be easy to miss if you’re not looking for it. Down here, after a few twists and turns, you come to a single track bridge across the river Lune.
After watching the canoeists for a while I crossed over and wandered around Halton, trying to remember which road we used to live on. (I think I narrowed it down to two possibilities, I’ll have to ask my parents.).
I headed back to Lancaster along the northern side of the river, stopping to look at work being done on the Lune Aqueduct. I didn’t get a decent picture of it, but I must have been doing that thing where I look like I know what’s going on, because people kept asking me what was being done to a structure I’d only just (re)discovered.
Nearer to Lancaster there’s a really big weir across the river. I found an interesting looking, but inaccessible, little footbridge near it.
I crossed back over the river on the Millennium Bridge. The light was against me and I didn’t get a picture of the whole of the structure.
Then it was into Lancaster centre to get a coffee and take a few pictures before catching a train back to Manchester.