Dolphin Inn

Although we didn't! Go in that is. Why? Because unusually we had rain. Believe it or not, it is very seldom that it rains when we walk on a Sunday; no more than a half-a-dozen times at most in a year.
This also explains why there are no pictures taken on this walk although I did take some when we were last here. That was at the start of the Ribble Way, which we must finish during the summer. A number of pictures stitched using AutoStitch resulted in this image of the Dolphin Inn, the start of our walk.

The pub stroll should have started at what was once the old 'Brick-works'; now reclaimed as a popular bird-rich nature reserve. We decided that starting half-way round, at the Dolphin would be a better bet and we could finish the walk with a pint and a bite to eat.
There was limited parking at the pub as half of Lancashire was shooting 'clays' at the clay-pigeon event behind the pub. I think Chis took the last space in the carpark.
The first part of the walk retraced our initial steps on the Ribble Way, walking from the Dolphin Inn, known locally as the 'Flying Fish', we headed towards the embankment, beyond which is nothing but tidal marsh and the estuary of the River Ribble.
After some discussion about which of the many routes to follow, the instructions were not clear, we turned away from the river through the traditional patchwork of hedges, fields and rural lanes.
A relatively new estate caused some thought when the 'kissing-gate' we were to go through was someone's front door ! We managed to get back on track but missed some of the lakes from the old brick-works. Returning to the Dolphin, along the flood bank, we were somewhat wet and, as already stated, decided to go home and get dry rather than have the pint and a snack we had promised ourselves.
Perhaps, a revisit is called for, in the not to distant future.

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