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Sunday, 13 January 2019

OS Grid 38 (northing) SD 305 380 to TA 269 379 - Day 1

Saturday 12th January 2019 Day One - Blackpool North Shore to Singleton

A new project is underway with my friend Bowland Climber. We have identified the OS northing line 38 which goes from North Shore Blackpool to East Newton (TA 268 378) on the east coast.

We are not too sure whether we will ever complete it but we have made a start.

Two cars were left at Singleton. and with BC's command of bus timetables and the like we were on a bus into Blackpool just after 9:30 (after the 9:0am deadline for bus pass use).

Ten minutes walking in blustery wind had us on the front at North Shore. I recently had an Internet blur moment (click to buy with one click) and bought a new Tilley hat. It was undergoing its first trial. Within minutes it had blown off resulting in what might have been the record for shortest time for new hat ownership, but retrieval was happily achieved. I will now need to sort out the complicated tightening and double chin strap system - for today it was stuffed into my rucksack and replaced by a serendipitously carried beanie.

We walked past depressing down market guest houses poignantly matching the mood of the dismal windy weather.

Further on we were having slight navigation problems walking through second rate industrial estates until we eventually emerged onto a short bit of footpath. That initially ran alongside a housing estate with a drainage stream between our path and the houses. The residents had used the ditch as a rubbish dump chucking mattresses and broken furniture and all kinds of other rubbish over their own garden fences - what a mess,  and how anybody could create such unpleasantness actually adjacent to their own home I can't comprehend.

Whilst crossing the hinterland between Blackpool and Poulton we met a dog walker with two German Shepherd type dogs - they were both rescue animals, one had cigarette burns on it when he went to take it over. He was a pleasant guy.

The housing quality kept improving as we came into the suburbs of Poulton-le-Fylde. As we were rounding a residential street corner on a footpath with a blind bend to the right I discovered a new way of getting an offer of a tea brew - take note from hereon Gayle and Mick. I stepped off the kerb whilst trying to see round the corner for oncoming traffic and went full length onto the road banging and slightly cutting my head, spraining my thumb, and knocking a lens out of my glasses.

Football fans who have absorbed the clandestine procedure for "diving" without self injury may be able to put this technique to good use?

We were immediately surrounded by helpers and a young couple who lived in the house on the corner were just driving in through their massive security gates in their large four-by-four and insisted we should go into their garden and sit down and be plied with tea. As it happened we had just been looking for somewhere to stop for lunch so there we were in comfortable chairs lunching sway.

Thanks to the kindness of my rescuers.

We had bit more track and footpath after this to get back to our cars at Singleton. I stopped taking photos after the fall.

Wild and windy weather going north up the front at Blackpool

North Shore - we went inland from here past many dreary guest houses

A rather strange memorial for members of the various emergency services

Beauford sold these as kit cars. I think they have now re-grouped to just providing these for wedding hire. Not the most attractive of kit cars I have come across 

Crossing the railway near Layton station. I Googled The Rt. Hon. Earl but found little of interest - I was just hoping he may have later been involved n some scandal or other

One of the short sections of footpath on this urban day

Rubbish obviously chucked over the fences from the houses - and below...

I don't look very happy about my free brew. I think I was pulling a face at the same time as chewing on my paté sandwich

We are now allowing ourselves one mile either side of our line giving us a bit more freedom to plot the route


  1. BC - There's no answer to that.

  2. I was offered a lift along the canal on a narrow boat a few months back, when I did a very bad impression of a Premier League footballer and went flying whilst out running. Maybe an offer of a cup of tea would have followed if I'd accepted the ride, but instead I sprang up, reassured the boaters that I was fine and ran on, not stopping to check how much I was bleeding until I got around the next bend.

    Re Tilley hats: my advice, after over 10 years of not having my hat blow off, is to ignore the back strap and just use the front one under your chin. Perfectly comfy anchoring, once you've pulled the strap through the eyelets to the right length.

  3. Gayle - I thought it was partly due to my age but it seems it happens to young ones like you as well. It amazes me how quickly and suddenly it can happen, no tripping forward or sense of loss of balance just a split second then the head hitting the ground. Ah well...

    Thanks for the advice re the Tilley - it has been done and I will be acting as test pilot again shortly I hope - I might even take off with it being fixed to my head, it does have quite a wide brim!

  4. The statues look like miniature versions of Antony Gormley's Angel of the North. Was there no acknowledgement? Fascinating programme about him on the BBC some months ago. One of the few exponents of the plastic arts who can talk about the theories and make them interesting and plausible.

    Congratulations on incorporating a photograph taken almost simultaneously with one of walking's Black Moments. It would have been, perhaps, asking too much of BC to snap you sprawled on the tarmac. But oh the authenticity.

  5. I will bear that in mind for a future occasion. Maybe a team of three would be wise, one to sprawl, one to give first aid and one to record the event.

  6. RR - If you want to know more here is a link to a BBC article about the statues - no Gormely I'm afraid.

    We went en famille to see the statues in the sea at Crosby Beach (Another Place) in July 2015 when I went to Liverpool to get a fast-rack passport - there are jolly photos featuring Katie along with my account.

    Wow! Two compliments in a row. Are you going soft? I find as I get older I become more emotional about tragic news stories where perhaps for instance somebody has lost their house and everything in a gas explosion, or some elderly guy of slender means being swindled out of his savings


    BC - I can see us setting off with a full camera crew in future.