: Jubilee Tower to Dolphinholme
15th November 2019
had never head of Perseveranda, have you?
couldn’t even have made a guess as to what
it meant. The
word was the great revelation of the day.
than undergo the road-slog up from Quernmore (as we
should have done, were we being faithful to the book),
we parked at the Jubilee Tower. This was erected,
surprise, surprise, to celebrate Queen Victoria’s Jubilee
in 1887. It is quite a view point and, yes, you
can see Blackpool Tower.
trail from the Jubilee Tower, past the invitingly named
Slurry Lagoon, was particularly memorable for its fine
views and boggy or otherwise unsavourily slurry terrain.
route took us progressively closer to the River Wyre.
Eventually, on meeting Plantation Lane, we found
ourselves with firm ground under our feet. There
was a sign for a Quaker Burial Ground so we sought it
out. A part from the incessant yapping of
a nearby dog, it was a very peaceful last resting place
and, for the living, a welcome coffee stop.
Lane led us to Lentworth House and Hall.....
..... then down a
steep track though some woods to the River Wyre.
were now on the “Wyre Way” which we followed west, through
more open and, at times, boggy fields. Guess what
we spotted? One set of Pipeline covers. The only
evidence on the whole walk! Soon we reached
the Dolphinholme bridge where there are many fine
old cottages around the mill area.
It is a steep
climb up to the Church, an attractive Paley and Austin
design but sadly locked. The curved, hedged approach
is particularly picturesque.
was a bit of a road slog from the village to the Fleece
Inn but worth the effort for the fish finger butties
and the range of beers- 3.7% for me. 6.8% for Ian!
if you have been paying attention, you will have noticed
that apart from the opening paragraph, no mention has
been made of Perseveranda. That is because until
sitting in the pub I had no knowledge whatsoever of
the word. I had never encountered it. But
the girls had. They had seen it carved on a lintel
above a barn door at one of the farms though which we
had passed. They were not sure which.
were all puzzled by its significance so we asked Uncle
Google. He informed us that Saint
was a Spanish lady who, in 762 A.D., fled from persecution
by King Oliver but died exhausted by hunger and fatigue.
However, why her name should be inscribed above
a barn door in the wilds of Lancashire is a mystery
that still escapes us (and him). Perhaps we need
to return on 26th June- her Saint Day.
Friday 15th November 2019