Bare Lane Level Crossing

We took Bramble to Morecambe to be loved and looked after while we are in Portugal.  Her new home is with the mother of our son's fiancée.

We drove up the M6 with Freya, and then went for a walk. We were headed to the local park which turned out to be well over a mile away. Freya was carried most of the way, which saves on gym membership.

Part of the route was across the level crossing next to Bare Lane railway station. It's a while since I've been across one, and even longer since I'd been on foot.  And in glorious sunshine (like the majority of the UK today).