So I made it to the top of the west coast. OK, so not quite – I’d have to get to Gretna for purity – but it’s where the coast proper ends and the Solway Firth begins, and it’s as far as I’m going.
I couldn’t help but wonder what if as I gazed out across the Solway to Dumfries hills. But it’s comfortably the best feeling of achievement I’ve felt so far. Now to turn the corner.
All in all the walk today was enjoyable in calm and warm air with attractive skies. Once out of Workington (which today didn’t smell of cheese), I walked on low water sand through the attractive Maryport to Allonby. High tide complicated the route a little thereafter, but I arrived feeling buoyant in Silloth.
Tomorrow I take a train, leaving the west coast for Berwick on Tweed, whence on Monday I shall head south.
The homeward stretch? Not yet, but it is about to start.
PS: And thank very much to my welcoming B&B host Kay for last night. Much appreciated.