I was hoping to write my blog posts for the coast to coast walk as I went along. I knew that I wouldn’t get signal every day but I thought that I would be able to at least write up what had happened each day and then post it when possible. The best laid plans of mice and men, and all that. As it turns out my mobile app for uploading posts really needs to have an amazingly good quick connection otherwise it times out. So this meant that only big cities have enough wireless capacity for an upload with pictures. Coupled with this how tired I was to get throughout this trip, I really couldn’t be bothered with writing in the evenings. That is why they are all so late in being posted. I apologise.


image:15 a.m. my alarm has just gone off and I am out of bed like a shot for once. Today is one if those days where you just don’t have time to mess around. I had set my alarm as late as I dare so that I could at least get some sleep. I had my bags packed and waiting by the front door and after quickly getting dressed and a glass of water I was gone. Everyone else was asleep so there was mo one to say goodbye, I just left (of course when I sat this I hadn’t just left, everyone knew what was happening).

It was quite a cold morning, not much cloud in the dark skies, but no stars either. I was glad I had wrapped up warm before I left, as I hurried to the station. I met jonny on the bridge over the railway and we waited for the train there. Pretty soon we were on the first of three trains to take us to St. Bees, going to london. This was fairly uneventful with the exception of a woman who stared at us both a lot.

imageA short walk across from St Pancras and we boarded train #2 bound for Carlisle at Euston. It was a much nicer train, a new, modern, clean train that was quiet and comfortable and, unlike the previous train, didn’t sound like it was powered by three men with lawn mowers on the roof. This section of the trip was even less eventful than the first, what did you expect me to say? Although saying that we did have the map out when we were going though Shap and we were able to point out which footbridge we would be going over in a few days time.

We arrived in Carlisle at just gone 10 a.m. and caught the final train from there to St. Bees. It was a slow train that was very loud and which I forgot to take a photo of. There was nothing impressive about the train at all, but the sea views were great. From the window we could look across the sea and see both Scotland and the Isle of Man.


A quick look around and then we walked from the station to out campsite, only half a mile. We checked in and pitched up quickly, putting to bed my worries that Jonny was going to supply a tent that leaked like a sieve. It turned out to be a very good tent for our purposes, sorry I doubted you Jonny! The campsite was nice, clean and quiet and we were the only campers. There were fields of sheep next door and swallows swoop low through the camping field. Now all we had to do was wait for tomorrow do we could set off.

imageBored we went for a walk along the sea front. We then had some lunch, an apaulling packet of noodles, but what was I expecting for 11p? To take away the taste we went for tea and scones at the sea front cafe, which wasted a few minutes. After which we went for another walk and, inevitably, wound up in a pub.

imageThe weather has been variable but has really warmed up now. Deciding that it probably wasn’t a good idea to get completely clattered before our first days walking we left the pub after just one drink.

We sat around looking out to sea for most of the early evening just sitting on a sea wall. We watched as a RNLI training mission was launched from there, quite a site to see a tractor reverse so far into the sea that the boat it was towing floated off of its trailer. Me and Jonny joked about who comes to rescue the tractor when that gets stuck out in a stormy sea at night. Although I’m sure they have that all figured out.

As the night began to draw in and the air began to get a slight chill we went to the hotel across from the camp site. We had a few pints in here, a couple of games of pool, fish and chips and listened to a local lady with an acoustic guitar massacre some Beatles classics. I have always been a fan of pubs putting on live music to bring in the crowds, I would like to say that this is only the case when the person can actually sing. I was even more shocked when I saw a poster saying that the lady in question was on the bill twice a week. This can’t be good for getting repeat customers, can it?

Just as the last of the of the sun was fading behind the Irish sea Jonny and myself decided to turn in for the night and get  good nights kip for the morning. Tomorrow was going to be the start of the big walk.