3:30! I was woken by the birds at 3:30! It was an explosion of sound. The dawn had come early this far north. I listened for a while in my tent and tried to identify some of them. Green-finch, Blackbird, Song Thrush, Wren.... It wasn't long before I drifted back to sleep.
I next woke at just gone 7
Where we where in Cumbria was one end of Hadrian's Wall. In fact the remains of the wall ran just behind the camp site.
After breakfast we chose a path to follow and all went well until we came to a heathland marsh. The designated path seemed to have disappeared. I sort to trail blaze a path in a macho sort of way. This failed! I was finding a way through when suddenly a leg disappeared down a boggy hole right up to above my knee.
Because of this we had to return to our camp site early to get changed. We had made sandwiches for the journey so we had lunch at the tent.
Being back at camp gave us opportunity to sit and relax and let the stresses and strains of London wash off us. It was only then that we started to enjoy the holiday.
In the evening we walked along the coastal path to the local village. The path actually went through someones garden. I'm sure I would have liked that.
As we arrived at the village we were surprised to see a disused railway station. The platform was still there and the sign seemed to show how it was quite a busy station.
The local village pub was fairly full. We ordered a pot of tea for two and did some people watching.
We returned to camp around 10pm and was still very light. We went to bed ready for the journey north tomorrow.
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