With the coast to our left we left Glasson Dock near Lancaster behind and started along the coastal path towards the City of Lancaster.
Mum and Dad visited here a few weeks ago whilst researching an article for our other site Heritage and History and they thought it would be worth revisiting with us.
We parked the car in the main car park by the waters edge in Glasson and after making sure no cars, or motorbikes were approaching crossed the road on onto the sea path.
This first part of the path is bordered to our left by the sea wall and to our right grass around one stretchy lead wide.
This gave us chance to sniff and play in the grass and have a good run about after our car ride here.
After about half a mile the path narrows and the grass verge stops and you start to walk on a cinder like path.
The path is firm, well drained and is used by bikes, walkers and horses.
Following the bay the path offers some great views of the marshland and the water beyond.
We continue over an old bridge with high black railings and the sea underneath. Charlie wants to go for a swim. Little does he know the water tastes of salt and is not nice.
Just after the bridge we come across a carpark with toilets, dog waste bags and bins and even a plastic tub with water in for us. We take a drink and walk up the steady slope to where an information sign is placed marking the entrance to the next part of our adventure.
The sign has a big number 6 at the top and pictures and words for mum to read.
It seems, after mum has read the sign, that we are standing on the old platform of the London and North Western Railway Company.
The Condor Green station, on this single track rail line closed in 1930.
A number of picnic tables are available on this raised area for you to have your lunch whilst looking out onto the bay.
After a short while Buster notices that the surface of the path changes. A strip of cobbles lies across his path and he is not sure why. He investigates but can’t figure out why. Maybe someone knows and can leave a comment below?
A bridge is ahead of us and we must investigate.
Screwed into the side of the bridge are these brackets. No longer it seems being used for anything we wonder what was their purpose.
Vandals have painted their marks on this bit of heritage but you can still see the black sooty marks left by trains hauled by steam passed under the bridge.
We had to turn around just beyond this point as we were out of time. So we leave more of the adventure for another day.
We have put more pictures from our adventure into the gallery below.
Until next time
Charlie and Buster
