For those people who have donated I am very grateful. If you have had one of the crocheted hearts it would be wonderful if you could take a photo or a selfie with it and tag me in your post.
I had a brilliant nights sleep in a comfy double bed. The night seemed very short.
Back to Whitehaven to start the day. I was drawn to the weird colour of the harbour.
I met a lot of people on my walk today and shared many hearts and stories with them. One poor lady burst into tears.
This lady Jackie came running after me to warn me about the cliff erosion and telling me to take good care.
I absolutely loved the walk today. My feet felt better and it was the definition of a coastal walk. I was so happy I even broke into a jog a few times on the way to St Bees.
A long time ago Angela and I walked Wainwright’s coast to coast which starts at St Bees and so I was thinking about this happy time as I was walking today.
As Poppy and I walked alongside some fields it was covered with many large black birds which decided in unison to fly. It was like a scene from the Hitchcock movie.
As I arrived in St Bees this father, child and dog walked in front of me. I had to take a photo as they were silhouetted in the shot and it epitomised family time complete with the ball under the dad’s arm.
I had an interview live on BBC Radio Cumbria just before lunch (available on BBC sounds 11:20 am). The cafe was empty when I arrived but by the time the interview started about 10 more people with dogs arrived!
Aly joined me after lunch and was very helpful in pointing out key geographical features. The weather improved significantly and we had to doff several layers of clothing. We did a small detour due to deep mud in a field by the gate where Aly slid and nearly lost a boot. Then Aly and Poppy and I parted company for the remainder of the day.
I had to walk around the Sellafield Nuclear plant. Of course I had to take a photo of the iconic dome which I think was the nuclear reactor. The sun was starting to set in the sky as I walked along the vast expanse of Sellafield beach. It was so photogenic. I couldn’t resist taking lots of pictures.
After a slight detour, where I found myself on the other side of the river, I was walking alongside the secure fence of Sellafield!
The final stretch of my walk was amazing as the sunset was spectacular. I took so many photos. There is just something about a sunset which fills me with joy and energy. Angela and I always liked to watch the sunset with a sundowner, especially when on holiday. I said a cheers to her and drank in the moment.
Unfortunately, on our last holiday together she didn’t want to do the sundowners and afterwards she couldn’t even remember going on holiday. That was, as we now know, the impact of the brain tumour. I hate the brain tumour.
Best bits: walking and running, the sunset.
Worst bits: running out of hearts
Distance: 17 miles
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