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My blog nick-name is SIR HUGH. I'm not from the aristocracy - my middle name is Hugh which relates to the list of 282 hills in Scotland compiled by Sir Hugh Munro in 1891. I climbed my last one (Sgurr Mor) on 28th June 2009


Wednesday, 29 January 2020

Following the coast (2)

Monday 27th January 2020 - Heysham to Potts Corner (SD 413 572)

Family commitment had me driving son W to work in Morecambe for 8:30 am then calling in Carnforth to have new tyres fitted, and then to Milnthorpe for two shopping chores, and so back home for 11:00 am. I decided to fill in more of my un-walked sections of England's coast. That meant driving back to Morecambe and then further south to Heysham to start walking at 11:45 am.

Double yellow lines prevail in Heysham; they compensate by having a carpark the size of two football fields where I parked (ten hours for £1.40.) That is reasonable compared with parking in the Lake District where you could pay up to £16 or more if you were using the two car method for a linear walk. I was the only car parked on that huge space.

St. Peter's Church stands well above the sea with  extensive views from the large graveyard across Morecambe Bay to Warton Crag, Arnside Knott and Humphrey Head. Wikipedia tells me there has been a church there from the 7th or 8th century, and the proud, isolated, windswept location gave me a palpable impression, more than usual, of antiquity and mediaeval doings.

Higher above the church on another promontory the remains of St. Patrick's Chapel also look out over the bay. Here there are stone coffins cut into the rock . The adjacent notice ponders on their use as archaeologists are wont to do. It amuses me when they unearth a minute piece of pottery and inform us that this was part of a huge fancy shaped vessel, and then go on to hypothesise that it belonged to someone of "high status" followed by even more speculation that a bakery existed on the site based on the finding of single seed of wheat. They then unequivocally date a piece of pot because it has a ziz-zag pattern "...that wasn't used until the 8th century..." Well who's to say that some rebel potter couldn't have applied such a pattern before that date?

As I trudged back I started slipping on the muddy downhill path in that fashion where to avoid falling one has to keep going, but faster, until firmer ground is reached - thereby this walk might have ended. Onlookers approaching showed concern - I know I am aged but I don't feel it, but encounters like this make me realise how others see me, presumably as another of the increasing number of pensioners trying to relive their youth.

I was now looking at Heysham Power Station. There is no way forward anywhere near the coast.  A long inland diversion by road and Middleton village is unavoidable. Don't be fooled by Money Close Lane marked on the OS 1:25 map - there is no way through. See Ruth Coastal Walker post from October 2016:


Ruth is well known to me and her intermittent trek round the coast has now got her into north west Scotland.

As I am not intending to complete or claim a total pure navigation of England's coast I am quite content to include stretches where I have diverged somewhat from that objective on previous walks.

Dreary road walking which has to be done followed - it didn't even have the attraction of new territory because although I have not actually walked this section before I have passed through by car and it is all uninterestingly familiar.

After skirting Middleton a quieter lane leads to the sea and road's end at Potts' Corner as marked on the map. I surveyed the way ahead for when I resume, hopefully on paths more akin to country walking.

I set off back  and was shortly passed by a service bus heading to the road end. I deduced it would have to return soon. I kept a look out. Sure enough it trundled towards me along a straight stretch of road but deigned to stop as I tried to flag it down.

Back at the two football field carpark my sole occupancy had been increased by one - another car had parked close alongside me. Fortunately it was not quite stopping me opening my car door fully. I wonder what goes on in other people's heads? I suppose others may wonder the same about me - ah well, this had been a good eight mile exercise, but not much remarkable as a walk.

As an afterthought I think my post demonstrates that there are at least some things going on inside my head and that makes it difficult to comprehend that there are people out there who have absolutely nothing going on.

St. Peter's Church, Heysham

From the graveyard across Morecambe Bay

St. Patrick's Chapel just above the church

Heysham Power Station blocking the way

Potts' End - more amenable walking when I resume


  1. Such dedication to your objectives deserves at least beatification, if not an actual sainthood !
    Rock-cut graves - sounds more like India or Cappadocia than sunny Lancs - maybe the site was chosen as a good place for a beach-party-type wake by those intrepid Irish missionaries.

  2. gimmer - There is of course already a St. Hugh. It seems amongst predictable attributes for a saint he was good at mediating and keeping the peace - hmm!

  3. No reason why we can’t have a St Hugh II. And we are not ‘trying to relive our youth’, just continuing to do what we’ve always done. Unfortunately, a bad chest infection and awful January weather up here has meant only a few local walks for us.

  4. afoot - many of my acquaintances seem to have had that chest infection. I hope you are are now over the worst.

    On my last trip from Berwick to Castle Cary I was crossing the road in a town and if had tried to picture myself I would have imagined a seasoned, experienced, competent backpacker. A mother with two eight year olds came in the opposite direction - she shouted out to her offspring "watch out for the old man!"

  5. Thanks Conrad. Lynne says we should describe ourselves as generation BG - Before Gore-tex.

  6. afoot - Beware of Gortex! I cramponed up the face of Helvellyn some years ago with a friend. He wanted to go back down and do it again. I elected to walk out to Catstye Cam then return and meet Pete back at H's summit. On my way back a chap about thirty yards ahead of me on Swirral Edge tripped and fell down the steep slope on snow into Helvellyn's bowl. He bounced off a rock at the bottom and was fairly quickly carted off by a helicopter. I reckon the Gortex jacket he was wearing was specially designed for frictionless sliding on snow. After meeting Pete again we descended via Striding Edge and witnessed our second helicopter rescue taking place over in Nethermost Cove.