I got to know Kym just as she was making the final preparations to begin her pilgrimage, and there was something about her journey which really resonated with me and it was through an email conversation I had with my coach that the idea of me doing some kind of my own walking alongside Kym was born. So, the intention has been set to walk the Lancaster Canal (in stages) and last weekend was the start of my first leg of the journey.
The Lancaster Canal starts at the Preston terminus and ends in Tewitfield (Kendal), most of the canal runs through open countryside except where it runs through the City of Lancaster and is 42 miles along.
So here my walking challenge started here:
There were many pretty gardens with decking over looking the canal:
Graffiti to be found on some of the bridges:
Reminders of the cotton years - Tulketh Mill, built at the height of Preston's cotton years but then lost its way as the old industry declined. With Carphone Warehouse taking over the mill in recent years, however, the old mill has taken on a new lease of life, having found a brand new role for the 21st century.
As the canal gently meanded it's way out of Preston, I was greeted with pleasant countryside, with plenty of sheep and cattle grazing in the fields:
Plenty of wildlife to observe and enjoy:
|Cute little white duck|
|My walking companion Jasper waits ahead|
|Soaking up the beautiful energy from the trees|
Some boat owners have a sense of humour:
I planned to stop my journey at Brock and I knew I wasn't too far away when I got my first view of the Bowland Fells dark and brooding:
This particular boat name made me chuckle as I knew I would be on my own cloud wine when I got home:
|The Green Man Bridge|
In her poem, Pilgrims Blessing, Macrina Widerkehr writes, "May the weather that's important be the weather of your heart."