It was mighty blowy up on St Bees Head….

Fortunately the overnight rain had worked its way through by the morning, leaving us with a bit of sunshine through the afternoon, though still very wild. Today we set off for St Bees, a smallish coastal village, just beyond Sellafield. A lovely long stone backed sandy bay awaited.

Looming up above the north end of the beach is St Bees Head, the only stretch of Heritage Coastline between Wales and Scotland – I think we will go and take a look.

We clambered up the headland our efforts rewarded by the spectacular view of the bay.

Up on top the wind was pretty fierce and unfortunately the views out to sea not great – we should have been able to see the Isle of Man and Scotland. In the distance we could see St Bees Lighthouse on the north end of the headland (the most westerly point of Northern England).

I’m afraid we didn’t make it that far, as the wind was just too strong, taking much of the pleasure out of the walk – but hopefully we shall get the chance to try again. Instead we made our way back to the beach.

Enjoying a good play and walk along the beach.

Ok so not the walk we had planned but it was dry, sunny and very nice!

Two thoughts of the day:

Plans are made to be amended, changed and improved – they are a ‘work in progress’.

Life is actually a ‘work in progress’.

A walk from Drigg to Seascale…

A less wild night last night and a nice, if breezy day for us to enjoy! A few miles north of here, through the little village of Drigg, we followed the lane down to the shore (past a Nuclear Landfill – I dread to think!) and wow what a beauty!

Miles and miles of empty sandy with a sprinkling of stones beach.

Heading south would take us into the Drigg Nature Reserve full of gulls and other sea birds with the wonderful Black Combe in the distance.

For the sake of the gulls we decided to head north towards Seascale. Shortly the little village of Seascale came into view.

With the tall chimneys and bulk of Sellafield in the background.

In Seascale we passed the Memorial to the 11 victims of the West Cumbria shootings in June 2010 (3 were shot and killed at n Seascale) – I’m not totally sure that the memorial, a fort with canon is totally appropriate?

We continued on beyond the village, for another mile or so, though the beach becomes more stony it is still wonderfully beautiful and raw – we like!

A really lovely 5.5 mile walk for me and oh so many more for one happy Poppydog!

Two thoughts of the day:

Wow I didn’t expect this wonderful wilderness of a coastline – they may not be exactly pretty but fantastic for long walks and blowing away the cobwebs!

We’ve been in the sunshine most of the day but looking inland at the lakes all the mountains have been shrouded in cloud.

A wild walk along Silecroft beach….

A very wild night but we stayed warm and snug and atleast it was a dry day. Today we intended to take a good walk along the coast from Silecroft Beach northwards and found plenty of free parking on the beach front (actually a good mile or so from the village).

The beach was empty with plenty of stones for Poppydog to chase as we battled our way against the wind.

I’m afraid that a mile or so walking directly into this wind was enough for me, I took shelter behind a huge tree trunk and kept Poppydog entertained as she alternately chased stones or small seabirds.

Instead of walking along the beach to Bootle Station, we drove there and had another play on this similarly deserted stony beach. I think both of these beaches are sandy once the tide has gone out.

To the north of this beach is the Eskmeals Beach which is closed during the week and used by the MOD for shooting practise.

In the words of William Wordsworth “Here on the bleakest point of Cumbria’s shore, We sojourn stunned by Ocean’s ceaseless roar” – couldn’t have put it better myself!

Two thoughts of the day:

Stone walls – the Fells as well as valleys are crisscrossed with them – can you imagine the amount of work that went into the building of them?

How disappointing when a ‘taut psychological thriller’ is non of the above – name and shame? Why not? ‘Travelling Companion’ by Virginia Gilbert.

Proper sea at Haverigg with waves and everything!…..

A wild and wet night which can’t have been that bad as we slept soundly! The day was mostly dry, albeit still quite windy day, with quite a bit of sunshine in the afternoon – perfect. We drove along to Haverigg, our most southerly beach for this little section of our travels. In the distance we could see the dunes of Sandscale Haws, where we had such a lovely walk a couple of weeks ago, the big industrial buildings of Barrow-in-Furness and the north end of Walney Island.

We soon left the village behind and walking along the dune backed deserted beach, enjoyed the roar of the incoming tide and the wind in our faces.

After a while the beach became marshland and so we headed into and continued our walk through the dunes. Poppydog loved it, chasing about with complete freedom just bobbing up above the grass every now and then to keep an eye on my progress (just in case I was slacking!) or tearing past me on some important mission only known to herself! In the distance, seemingly our only company out here is HM Prison – if you have to be detained at HM pleasure then I’m sure there are worse places to be!

We rejoined the beach, which here at Haverigg Point is a bank of stones as all the sandbanks have been covered by the tide and enjoyed the full force of the wind whipped sea.

A lovely bracing 4 mile walk for me and probably 24 for Poppydog.

Two thoughts of the day:

I reckon a dune walk and a run on an empty beach is Poppydog heaven! Not surprisingly, if it’s good for her it is generally good for me – I know my place!

Keswick Camping Club site had to be evacuated last night due to flooding – perhaps I won’t go there after all!

We’re off to the sea, well Ravenglass….

After a very wild night, with it seemed non stop hail stones and very little sleep (as a consequence) we awoke to a better day, not great but better! Despite a minor panic as I temporarily mislaid the caravan key, we were on the road just after midday. A twisty, up and downy journey, with some breathtaking views (not that I was looking!) ensued, but we arrived safe and sound, just over an hour later.

A pretty, smallish Camping and Caravan Club site with very welcoming Wardens, even offering a little bit of sunshine as we set up. A cup of tea later, we wandered into the village to check out our new home for the next couple of weeks. Ravenglass is a pretty one street village that runs straight into the sea!

Well to be strictly correct it runs into the Estuary, which is almost hidden from the sea by two sand dune Nature Reserves.

We walked along the daffodil lined front to the village Main Street, with its two pubs and little Post Office / village store, to the gate at the end of the road, presumably for times of extreme high water.

This rather random sign was hung on the wall the seaward side of the gate – the village looks peaceful enough, but maybe…

Beyond we found a stretch of stony beach with some course sand being revealed as the tide receded. Great, Poppydog can be unleashed and expend some energy!

Two thoughts of the day:

The second half of our journey we were tucked nicely behind a big lorry, which was ideal, he was a bit faster down the hills and slower up the hills but if he went wide, we could too and anyone following couldn’t blame me!!

Now just in case you were wondering how far away from Rome I am at the moment (I wasn’t!).