Day 177 A Very Long Shingle Beach

Tuesday 29 September 2015

Newbiggin to Haverigg

15 miles

Haverigg RFC campsite

Following a mild night my tent was dry in the morning. The sun was trying to come out, the birds were noisy, and the cows had just been milked. 

Milking time as I walked through the farm yard to the toilets
 I ate my porridge while admiring the glorious views. There must have been a big high tide in the night as the road was very wet when I set off. 

The railway bridge crossing the river and marsh – the high tide had covered the road just beyond my tent!
 The first 3 miles was all on road past the Eskmeals MOD Range, where the Artillery practise. There were no loud bangs this morning, although the red flag was flying. 

Looking back along the beach at the Eskmeals Range
  Very soon I was out of all civilisation and heading around the headland to where the River Annas meets the sea. As usual the path signs were not always present and the way not always clear. As I clambered down the cliff to the river I could see a shelter built out of rubbish on the stony beach. It looked like it was inhabited, although I didn’t see anyone.  

A shack on the beach
 The small grassy plain in between the cliff and the beach, where the River Annas flows, is Hyton Marsh Reserve. It is apparently a haven for Natterjack Toads – all I saw was rubbish, lots of it.  

Debris strewn across Hyton Marsh
 The Cumbria Coastal Way goes along the cliff edge for a bit before dropping down onto the shingle beach.  

Nothing for miles
 I then had a 5 mile struggle along the energy-sapping shingle. My walk coincided with high tide and, although there was plenty of space to walk at the base of the cliff, it was a hard slog.  

A very long shingle beach – nice in the sunshine
 The only settlement I passed all day (not counting random houses) was Silecroft and there was nothing there. I passed by Bootle as it was a bit further inland. William Wordsworth took a house there to enjoy the seaside! 

Still nothing!
 Approaching Haverigg Point, on the corner of Duddon Sands, I was able to walk on sand as the tide was going out. That proved to be an error as the receding tide left small rivers behind and I ended up having to take my boots and socks off to paddle through one to get to Haverigg. This wouldn’t be so bad if there wasn’t thick mud on the banks of these rivers, making it difficult to dry feet and put boots on again.  

Sand is revealed as the tide goes out, and a view across to Barrow
 Haverigg is a very small town with 2 pubs (neither serves food), a fish and chip shop (closed) and a Londis. It has 3 campsites: two are mainly for static caravans and don’t accept tents, the other is the rugby club. So it was dried pasta with soup and biscuits for dinner whilst watching rugby training while the sun set and Black Combe loomed behind the pitches. Brilliant. 

Camping at the side of the rugby pitch, Black Combe behind
 The good news was that Tony, who works at HMP Haverigg and lives in a caravan at the rugby club, has access to the club laundry facilities. Bonus. 

I went in the rugby club bar for a drink and chatted to Tony, his mate Lee, and the barman. They were a friendly bunch.  


2 thoughts on “Day 177 A Very Long Shingle Beach

  1. Chris Frazer October 7, 2015 / 8:58 am

    Saved the best till last photo clearly shows why you are doing this….its just beautiful. Well Done Juice…keep going!


  2. Zephyrine October 7, 2015 / 11:31 am

    I don’t know the coast north of Haverigg – but you provide a great photo of Black Combe – still in my sights… Is your tent “bed” suspended above the ground?


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