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Our last day, a sneaky walk by the river at Bolton Abbey snuck in in the morning.  Worth it if only for the not one but two disasters in the shape of small children falling in the river at the stepping stones.  There but for the grace of……
 
A detour home via Burnley.  Not as daft as you might think as just outside Burnley is a singing ringing tree.  Given that the air was as still as air that is still, we were set for some disappointment but luckily there were enough gusts of wind to make it sing.  Rather fun, and a nice hillside for a picnic.