“IN the pale moonlight, the Wanderer lifted the latch of the field gate and crossing a meadow, passed through the woodland. The day had been an eventful one, the times were unsettled, the markets unreliable–verily it was a comfort to a tired mind to walk the meadows at nightfall.” So begins A Romance of Burscough [...]
Posts Tagged ‘ormskirk’
A romance without Burscough Priory
Posted in sidetrips, Whithorn Unbelieving Pilgrimage, tagged burscough, edge hill, hop vine, ormskirk on October 3, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Better than light: New Year dawn
Posted in Local walks, tagged aughton, fantasia, ormskirk on January 1, 2010 | 6 Comments »
Although I don’t go in for New Year resolutions, I have decided to do do more local walking in between the main legs of the trip, which will tend to be less frequent as the start-points get more distant. My first idea is to walk to Liverpool along the Northern Line train route, hiking station [...]
Simply some snow
Posted in sidetrips, tagged #uksnow, edge hill, edgehill, ormskirk, ruff wood, snow on February 2, 2009 | 1 Comment »
forking paths in the park I walk through on the way to work the hunched roofs of Ormskirk, which never fail to remind me of H. P. Lovecraft’s Dreams in the Witch House for some reason (?) at work, another trip to the roof garden – I seem to be the only one ever up [...]
Edge Hill times three: 1
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged edge hill, edge hill university, edgehill, ehu, l, ormskirk on July 4, 2008 | 2 Comments »
It occurred to me that, by adding ‘spurs’ on to a couple of bits of the walk I’ve already done, and when the time comes navigating to a particular site in Warwickshire, I could join up Edge Hill (the University) with Edge Hill (the Liverpool district) and Edge Hill (the Civil War battleground.) With this [...]
Ormskirk to Maghull
Posted in Accounts of the walk, tagged maghull, ormskirk, walkinghometo50 on January 14, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Later in the walk, getting to start points will present difficulties. However as the previous day’s leg finished at my house, I had zero travel time to the start. I headed out over the small hill at the back of where I live, territory I only know from dark early morning trips to the paper [...]