Log No 175. Mon 11th Nov 2013 - Silloth to Workington, 19 miles (2678 miles walked)

It was wind and rain through the night and the morning was not much different.

I got the bus back to Silloth and set off at 09.00 into a head wind, it was dry initially but it didn't stay that way long with light then heavier rain setting in for the morning.
From Silloth I took a path through the golf course then along the dunes, the tide was out and I kept alternating between the path and walking on the beach, but this was more pebbles than sand.

Coming into Allonby there was a new cycleway which went to the golf clubhouse just outside Maryport and from here it was a promenade into Maryport.

I finished off my lunch in a shelter on the sea front, the rain had eased and through a small break in the clouds the sun was lighting up the wind turbines in the middle of the Solway Firth.

All the walking so far today had been low level but from Maryport there was a small section of cliffs, they weren't very high but it's what I think a coastal path should be.

The view ahead showed a fair number of wind turbines along the shore, they did at least break up the skyline of factory chimneys.

The land soon dropped back down and the path was now squeezed between the shore and the railway line.

Passing Flimby and some of the wind turbines I was forced onto the stony beach when I came up against boulders which had been piled up by the railway as sea defenses.

I rejoined the path when the railway line turned inland a bit to go into Workington.

Just before the River Derwent the path joined a road going over the railway line to get onto the main road into Workington.

I should have taken this route but, although there was no footpath or cycle sign, a tarmac path looked to be a short cut over the river using a railway bridge and after checking on the map was persuaded to follow it, only to discover the bridge was no longer there.

Retracing my steps I took the longer route to get over to the other side of the river.

I headed towards the railway station then along the road by the side of the river where I had parked the camper.

Looking at the yachts moored in the river the name of one of them jumped out at me, it was the same as Sandra's surname.

19 miles today, easy walking but after my break I feel ready for an early night.