These pictures offer something of the atmosphere of travelling along the coast by train from Workington to St. Bees.
As we had to get off at Whitehaven (to catch a coach onward) where I had my best BLT sandwich ever and my friend, Dave, got hit on the head by a seagull while eating his butty.
During the train part of the journey, we passed through obscure seaside stations:
Being glued to the sea:
The reward for our Sunday journey was arriving at St. Bees, of course:
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