Not me, I hope! Although this is yet another account of one of our favourite walks – around the coast to Arnside for lunch and back over the Knott.
As you can see, the tide was well out as we turned the corner into the Kent estuary.
It being Easter Monday, Arnside was extremely busy. We’d hoped to dine in the Wagtail cafe again, but all the tables were taken (it’s not a big place). Fortunately, we could fall back on the excellent Bake House instead and buy pies and pasties to eat on the benches on the small quay.
We’d already heard the Coastguard hooter sound to warn of the tide coming in. Just as we’d settled down with our pies, here it was…
I think I’m right in saying that the Kent tidal bore is the second biggest in the UK, after the Severn bore, which is one of the largest in the world.
It’s quite a while since I’ve been in Arnside at the right time to witness it. Sometimes, when the tidal range is particularly large, there can be many kayakers surfing the bore. On this occasion, there were just two paddle-boarders.
I have to confess that it looks a bit tame in a photo, but the rapidity with which the tide arrives is something to behold.
I think the Surfnslide crew missed the show, being still embroiled in the business of purchasing lunch in the thronged bakery. I guess they’ll have to visit again!
Pie time! I’m not sure why TBH is pulling a face, she really likes the vegan pie from the bakery.
Meanwhile, Andy liked his pie so much that he decided to wear it!
There followed a rather hot and wearisome interlude whilst I dragged everyone on a diversion to Plantation Avenue to check the number of my old house, because I couldn’t remember and we needed to know (for boring quotidian reasons).
Some of the party (well, the rest of my family) then decided that it was too hot and too much like hard work to climb Arnside Knott (I think there may have been work to do to prepare for the following days return to school too).
Looking south from Arnside Knott: Arnside Tower Farm, Arnside Tower, Middlebarrow, Warton Crag and (just about) the Forest of Bowland hills.
The rest of us arrived on the top with perfect timing to see the part-timers heading down the drive of Arnside Tower Farm…
We shouted them, but to no avail. So we left them to it and headed on to the trig pillar to admire the slightly hazy view to the north…
It was a fine way to finish both an excellent fortnight off work and a really enjoyable Easter weekend.
And I almost forgot to mention that the Jones clan arrived this time very generously laden with gifts. A stove and a game and very probably other things which I have ungraciously forgotten. More about those to come…
Anyway, it’s always great to see them, with or without gifts, and fortunately, we didn’t have to wait too long before our next meeting…
(Two teasers in one post, I really know how to ramp up the tension! However, I have another great weekend to record before I get to either of those…)
(That’s three teasers! And I haven’t even mentioned the Redpolls…Or the Hare…)
(That’s five teasers. Blimey, I’m still way behind!)