I’ve been to St. Bees once before. Then, like now, it was lashing with rain and we came because it was too wet to walk in the Lakes fells. We didn’t even make St. Bees head.
Camping is out of the question tonight as the ground is saturated, so I checked into a room. Not cheap but needs must. And anyway, I’ve had five nights camping donated this week.
The first hour was dry at least, and took me along a marvellous stretch of beach from Drigg to Seascale. None of yesterday’s detritus; just dunes and giving sand.
And there was also the vintage level crossing at Drigg station. The railway up this coast is a 60s timewarp.
At Seascale the rain started, timed to accompany me round Sellafield, no doubt. It should have been straightforward along the beach but a diversion took me inland a mile and back past what seemed like miles of high fencing and razor wire. Unpleasant.
From there I simply got my head down in the wet. At least the new jacket works.
So a 90% tarmac day again. Tiresome. But I’m dry and feeling purposeful once more, with just a couple of more Cumbria days.