Logistics are becoming difficult.
Yesterday I had to catch the earlier 06:02 train from Arnside so I could catch the 14:36 back from Bootle Station. As I go further north the time for the return train becomes earlier. All this is to allow for my penchant for arriving home in time for a hot bath, a meal and a relaxing evening. The hot bath is now enhanced by the new boiler - I just turn the tap to full and get the bath rapidly filled at a temperature that now necessitates addition of cold water! How did I put up with that old incompetent boiler for all those years?
I was walking by 7:30, the first half mile through Millom's streets to get back on the CCW. I persisted with what I thought was the Impressive Art setting on the camera, but I think I must have had it set on something else - all todays photos except the odd one where I overruled have a ghastly green tint.
All the walking was on pristine, perfect walking surface beach until SD 096 847 where a jink in the route indicates transfer to the cliff tops. Huge vistas of sand with not even a footprint, and huge skies provided wonderful walking, and I reckon the best so far on this LDP (long distance path). I saw one or two people, but all away in the distance.
The river Annas is quite strange. You don't expect to see a fully fledged river running along a cliff top. It is well supplied in its short seven kilometres from four or five sources near the summit of Black Coombe. At one point there is a somewhat over engineered bridge which the CCW crosses, and a bit further on a decidedly less professional companion consisting of just two beams - plenty of scope for a mini disaster.
All in all a grand walk arriving at Bootle Station for 2:00pm with thirty-six minutes to spare.
|Take your pick. Not far out of Millom.|
The orginal on the funny setting was weird. This was an odd one where I reverted to standard setting, even so, despite some Photshop still badly overexposed at the top, but that was looking into the sun
|Most of the beach was pure sand, but this bit was slightly more rocky|
|The cloud trying to move off Black Coombe - it never did|
|Maximum zoom - tufted duck|
|Haverigg Holiday Village|
|Max. zoom. Cormorants|
|Pristine sand as far as you can see. It was brighter than this awful green cast indicates|
|The over-engineered bridge over R. Annas, and...|
|...its less welcoming companion. I put one foot on each side and waddled across|
|The R. Annas - it drops off into the sea just beyond where you can see.|
The CCW path is hardly visible along this awkward hillside.
|Note the muddy knees|
|Is that The Gruffalo lurking?|
|I could be a rival for Mark at Beating the Bounds?|
The most obliging bird in the book to get photograph.
|I think K, as a potential teacher is teaching mother High Horse (teacher) the best way to do something|