Whitehaven was once the third largest trading port in the UK, exporting coal worldwide. The impressive scale and handsome engineering of the harbour only accentuate the melancholy feeling now its whole purpose is redundant.
A local at Harrington tells me the dragons teeth I’m photographing are made from iron ore slag from WW2. “You retired then?” he asks when I tell him what I’m doing. For every person that says the 30km I’ve just walked that day in a storm is ‘not too bad,’ I meet one who exclaims in disbelief that ‘you’ve walked all that way!’ when I’ve barely walk 1km from one side of a village to the other.
Spend the night camped in the earthworks of Milefortet 21, part of the Roman frontier defences that connected with Hadrian’s Wall. I put the tent up in the dark kneeling amongst hundreds of writhing slugs feasting on the wet freshly cut grass their skins glistening in the torchlight.
As arranged within a few minutes by the museum staff, I was given a guided tour by the chap in charge of the excavations of that mile fort. I felt greatly honoured. The excavation team were from Newcastle uni and they commented on the relatively greater warmth and damp of the west coast.
Are those the mountains of Galloway behind Capstan II, or clouds?
That must have been interesting. I was struck by what a brilliant location the fort was being out of the wind yet with a clear view inland and out to sea. certainly wetter – didn’t feel warmer to me! Yes well spotted – the mountain visible is Criffel
My favorite picture is honestly the last picture. The field looks so calm and the clouds give a great contrast to it. Great job!
It’s not of high artistic merit, but I thought the subject was interesting
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