The spring sunshine casts a copper glimmer over the quiet and lush Ribble Valley hills while a crisp breeze gently rocks vast blankets of ancient oak and ash, shaking the moorland heather left in its wake.
This untarnished, verdant landscape hints at temptations within its borders, but while stalwarts such as the Yorkshire Dales and the Lake District have been adept at grabbing the attention of the tourist crowds, Lancashire has been simmering, maturing.
