After our week in Hawkshead, we moved on to our own cottage in Maryport. It was ideal weather for walking and cycling. This is the Solway coast with sand as far as the eye can see while the tide is out. It comes in faster than a galloping horse, but we stay on the shingle banks and dunes.
I took a bag and collected up as much plastic debris as I could: tangles of fishing net, the sole of a very large shoe, two single gloves and endless small pieces of cord and twine - very little food packaging.
Cycling back down the cycle path we were struck by how many birds were displaying - like this yellow-hammer singing its heart out at the top of a bush.
The bottom end of Crummock water, one of the most photogenic places.
Layer upon layer of higher fells stacked up.
And this is our most recent nest-feathering: one of a pair of table lamps made by my husband from recycled oak. They fit right in to our front room.
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