10.81 miles 4h 57m ascent 114m

Whitehaven-Workington
No folk fled the flood,
“Cockermouth and Workington”, Carol Ann Duffy
no flags furled or spirits failed –
one brave soul felled.
I don’t recall having been to Workington before and having friends in Whitehaven has perhaps skewed my views about the town. So it was, as we drove into Workington I would not have been surprised to find it to be in black and white, with men in flat caps leading starving pit ponies to knacker’s yards, beshawled women scrubbing steps of coal dust and barefoot urchins begging for jam sandwiches, all partially hidden in the swirling smog. But the town was in full colour, the road signs bright and cheery, the sky blue, the children shod and ne’er a flat cap or pony to be seen. Continue reading







