Another night of heavy rain preceded my early train hop over the Duddon and what has proved to be a tiring but rewarding walk to Ravenglass.
The tide was in so it can escape being called Ravenmud for the moment.
The walk was the first on this stretch that has been predominantly off road. I especially enjoyed the Hodbarrow nature reserve around Millom’s iron mines, and the old metal lighthouse. Haverigg and it’s Lazy River offered up a breakfast butty, then I hit the beach for several miles of sand in a brisk northerly breeze.
One of my possible camp spots at Silecroft turned out to be a sea of static caravans, so actually I had little choice to press on to Ravenglass.
On a ranting note, I think today ramped up the war on plastics yet another notch. The beach between Haverigg and Silecroft was quite the worst I’ve encountered, noticeably when I was forced onto the shingle bank by high tide. It is so depressing. Much is made of the pleasing success in reducing carrier bags, but this waste comprised none of those. It’s time to think about something more radical to tackle plastic pollution. It is down to us …
Meanwhile, back to the walk. More energised today and seeing the corner that awaits to be turned.