Feeling a little guilty

I'm sat out on the stern deck supposedly doing boat maintenance (in other words, sitting in a camp chair) while Elaine is turning the boat inside out in a major cleanup. I will tighten the stern gland eventually but let me tell you about the rest of yesterday first.
We did March up the hill to the Co-op as I said yesterday but Elaine suggested we add a little bit to our walk to which I readily agreed.

If only we knew where the lens is!

So, back downhill a little bit then turn left, past the new housing estate and into the fields heading back towards Crooke village and the Crooke Hall Inn (of course!)

A pleasant walk through open fields ensued and we added to it by detouring down a new path for us, taking us through a wooded area as we approached the playing fields at Crook

Soon enough the village green came into view

Then our ultimate destination - the pub!

But what's this???

Drain problems? No worries, there's the Royal Oak over the next bridge back towards Wigan!

Damn! Shut down and being converted into flats! Four miles later, back to a place we knew never closes - the Lottie D arms!

Finally, not to be outdone we made an evening call to the Station Inn, a former waiting room at Gathurst Station

Where there's a will!