The coast path towards Glasson Dock was f***ing icy, but we survived long enough to be directed to the left turn, over the canal bridge and up the first hill of this flat trail. Deviating left off the road we ended up on the vast expanse of the Fylde, rectangular fields as far as the eye can see with enormous blue sky and nothing to trouble our tender minds (sorry, getting a bit lyrical there). Farms, flooded gates and pheasant noises later we crested a dyke and there before us opened out the most magnificent vista of the Lune estuary, resting glass-like and inviting. Wished I'd brought my towel for a dip. RA and I heard a mysterious whistling which Antiseptic later identified as the call of widgeon, the brown heads of which we had indeed spotted.

At this point Ready About and I failed to recall the R-W split we had been warned about. Pressing on along the sea dyke and back to the road we climbed the second hill on this flat trail and arrived at the beer stop ahead of the rambos, whereupon it was evident that we had missed the split and taken the W option accidentally. Ho hum.

After the magnificent beer stop with views of the Lakes mountains Antiseptic, Ready About and I decided to take the Rambo option to finish, which took us through Glasson Dock and along the canal (under the bridge we had topped earlier, which made our trail a figure of eight) and departing from the canal at The Mill, headed back to The Stork along the road.