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292 Workington to Maryport

I catch the train from Maryport to Workington. Today, due to transport logistics, I’ve only planned a short walk. So I can relax, take my time, and enjoy the day. And I’m following the official England Coast Path – so nothing could possibly go wrong, could … Continue reading

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291 Parton to Workington

An unusual walk today through a mix of rural and industrial landscapes, full of signs and symbols, and dogs… Continue reading

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290 St Bees, Whitehaven and Parton

The mist has gone. And St Bees Head is radiant in the morning sunshine. Continue reading

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289 Sellafield to St Bees

Nuclear power stations, sea foam, geology lessons, and a golden beach. Continue reading

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288 Ravenglass to Sellafield

The mist creates an eerie and energy-sapping walk. Sellafield looms menacingly. Continue reading

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287 Eskmeals Range to Ravenglass

Three rainbows, two fords, and one lost husband… my last visit to Cumbria this year. Continue reading

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286 pm Haverigg to Eskmeals Range

The sun is strong and the wind has dropped. I meet nobody, apart from several hundred sheep. Continue reading

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286 am Haverigg to Eskmeals Range

This is proper seaside. So much empty space, and such clean, fresh-smelling air. Continue reading

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285 pm Broughton to Haverigg

When I look out across the marsh I get a shock! The muddy channels are filling with water. Continue reading

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285 am Broughton to Haverigg

Leaf litter on wet stones creates a treacherous surface. My clodhopping boots slip and slide like a pair of ice skates. Continue reading

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