I wasn’t thinking of the Tom Hanks film. Nor of the outrageously good ‘Big Chief’ by New Orleans maestro Professor Longhair.
Not even of big children, although they do insist on growing up despite my insistence that they should slow down a bit.
The phrase ‘big kid’ was on my mind a little…
…usually it’s the children who have to be encouraged to leave the play ground in the caravan park so that we can get on.
On this occasion, it was the children all piling onto the swing and making it uncomfortable which persuaded TBH that it was time to move.
This is not a big castle…
…although I suspect it was once quite an impressive Pele Tower. Nor was our walk particularly huge; we were only going to Arnside and even then, not around the coast, but over the Knott, because we were late setting off (as ever) and wanted to reach Arnside for a late lunch.
The flooding on Silverdale Moss was quite impressive…
…but that’s not what I had in mind.
Arnside Tower Farm.
Panorama from the Knott.
Arnside Knott is certainly not a big hill, although it does boast expansive views.
Incidentally, this is the boys new favourite tree – The Ladder Tree – which has at least partially supplanted the tree at the top of the post in the boys affections. B actually climbed much higher than this but this photo shows why they call it the ladder tree – because of the handy series of evenly spaced branches which have grown across between the twin trunks.
By the time we reached Arnside it was very late for lunch, but the cafes were all still heaving. We managed to get seats in The Old Bakery (the Pie Shop to us) only to find that they were out of both Sausage Rolls and vegan options. We decamped and ended up in The Big Chip Cafe, adjoining the Fish and Chip Shop. At this point I have to say that I am full of admiration for those people who have the forbearance to photograph their food before they eat it. By rights, there should be a highly appealing photo of a fish supper here, but I’d eaten it before it occurred to me to take a picture. You’ll have to imagine it. Very nice it was too. Ages since I’ve had fish and chips. I can heartily recommend the haddock and chips (and the small portion is quite big enough).
So: The Big Chip Cafe explains the post title. Except….
…when we left the cafe it was evidently too late to fulfil my design to get a walk around the coast. We took a shorter route which sort of curled up and around the Knott. And the big, late-afternoon, winter skies…
When we reached Eaves Wood, I couldn’t persuade the others to come back up to the Pepper Pot with me.
Even though the sun had long since set, it was a perfect, still evening and the views were superb.
Bit cold though. I eventually stumbled down through the dark woods and home to listen to the dub version of Black Uhuru’s ‘Right Stuff’, which, due to the curious workings of my grey matter, the Big Chip always puts me in mind of.
So maybe it was the Big Chip, or perhaps the big skies, or possibly the Black Uhuru song, or probably some combination of them all. Who knows?
Now: Fish supper with – mushy peas, curry sauce, gravy, tartar sauce, ketchup or none of the above?