(Above: the rugged coast at Silverdale)

It’s called ‘The Lots’. It’s a heavily protected stretch of undulating land behind the rocky headland of Silverdale’s rugged coastline.

(Above: the edge of Silverdale Village and the start of ‘The Lots’

Silverdale is one of the most northerly places on the Lancashire coast. Before the boundary changes that created Cumbria (soon to be sliced into a new set of nonsensical pieces) Lancashire extended all the way around Morecambe Bay to Barrow-in-Furness.

The peninsula on which Silverdale sits is shared with Arnside and Milnthorpe, both of them local gems and well worth visiting. I’ve written about Arnside in previous posts.

(Above: An area of dramatic landslip quite close to the path across The Lots)

The path across The Lots connects the prosperous village of Silverdale – the former home of Victoria Wood – with a beautiful cove about a half mile away. You can reach the cove by road but where’s the fun in that?

(Above: the shape of the cove emerges)

The walk across The Lots, even with the zig-zags needed to throw the ball for the collie, is less than twenty minutes.

(Above: looking back towards Silverdale. You’d need waders to take the optional beach-walk at this state of the tide)

Its a cold place in February… but the clear air is ideal for photographs that capture the harsh essence of the place.

(Above: the collies navigates the stile)
(Above: the many shapes revealed by winter…)

The muddy path narrows to a walled gate before descending towards the sea again.

(Above: the first sight of The Cove)
(The Cove, in all its winter splendour)

The Cove. In February, you may well need a thick, waterproof coat.

©Stephen Tanham 2023

Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.

http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog

8 Comments on “Silverdale in February

  1. As a teen I marvelled at the categories of people who were added to my father’s hate list: drivers of caravans, council verge trimmers, oily car salespeople, bagpipe players amongst others. One that joined in the early 1970s were county boundary adjusters, who tinkered with Hampshire and stole Bournemouth and stuck it in Dorset. He would have joined Lancastrians manning those barricades!

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