Some days we head to the hills and others to the coast.
Today the forecast was much better in the Silloth area north
of Maryport so a gentle stroll
along the foreshore from the Lifeboat House to the old Cote
light
and back for a cuppa in Mrs Wilson's, would suit the day very
well.
Parking is plentiful in Silloth and the car
park adjacent to the lifeboat house was our stopping place today.
The Silloth
Lifeboat House operates from a newly built boathouse on
the site of the original Victorian Lifeboat Station.
Inside is an Atlantic 85 Rib inflatable, one
of the fastest boats in the RNLI Fleet.
We head out for our walk, first heading south,
down the coast a short way, to see Silloth Docks entrance.
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The engraving on the top was rather indistinct
but apparently we're 19 miles from Skiddaw, 19 from
Carlisle,
16 from Dumfries (town) across the Solway
but only 11 miles from the top of Criffel, seen here
in the distance.
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A viewing
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It would be a mere 55
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The narrow but deep entrance to Silloth Docks,
built to accept large ships bringing in Canadian and other wheat
for the biscuit factory at Carlisle.
As time went on Port
Carlisle at the outer end of the old Carlisle canal / railway
had become too small and silted to take bigger ships.
The Docks is still in use for importing grain
but the rail link to Carlisle has gone, superceded by road transport.
The rail also was historically important as
it brought Carlisle workers down to the coast for days out and
holidays
at what would become the Silloth seaside resort.
One can't visit the docks themselves from here,
so we turned and we retrace our steps to the lifeboat where
we could appreciate the newer launch ramp.
We stopped and chatted to two fishermen and
asked them what they were likely to catch today . . . the answer
was "a cold" due to the chilly breeze.
There's a fine promenade all the way up this
part of the coast as far as Grune Point.
Behind it is the municipal gardens and grass
area known as The Green, with a rich grass covering on what
would have been sandunes behind the beach.
The summer amusements and the cafe here are
closed during the winter.
Several large stands of Scots Pine are dotted
along the seafront.
On top of an old sand dune and looking down
on the others walking the promenade below.
Loes and Lill promenading further along the
promenade.
The tide is fairly high today but has already
turned and is on the way out, starting to expose the old groynes
on the beach.
Big
Fella . . . An artwork by the Durham artist Ray Lonsdale
graces the seafront.
It depicts a man and his dog out for a walk,
resting on the chair and beseeching us to "Look at that
View".
I was looking at Dougal's tennis ball and realised
the artist had also given his dog a ball to play with, it's
down by his feet.
Cote Lighthouse, a large beacon and landmark
for sailors approaching Silloth via the narrow channel from
the open sea.
[ Our walk referenced at the base of the page
more or less starts here and continues on to Grune Point.]
We turn and head back into town, walking the
pavement closer to the houses and bungalows.
One area of The Green has been set aside as
a dedicated BMX track.
Opposite the Royal Air Force Association Club
there's a plaque recalling the part the town played in the wartime
protection of Britain.
For the 100th anniversary of the RAF, the apprentices
at Gen2 in Workington built a replica Hudson Bomber
to commemorate the reconnaissance aircraft which
used to fly from the Silloth during the wartime.
Conveniently situated at this end of town and
suitably close to lunchtime was Mrs Wilson's Coffee House and
Eaterie.
What started out as a coffee stop ended us as
a delightful all day breakfast . . . won't need to cook a big
tea tonight !
Mrs Wilson was the married name of Kathleen
Ferrier, the internationally famous contralto singer.
Lunch over, it was just a short walk back to
the car at the lifeboat house.
We dropped Lill back home in Cockermouth and
still had time to do a little light gardening before the evening
light began to fade.