|   THE 
                        CUMBRIA 
                        COASTAL 
                         PATH 
 CCP10: 
                         Bardsea to Newbiggin Wednesday 
                        17th February 2010 A 
                        late start sometimes has its benefits.  Had we 
                        set off to catch the bus that I discovered last week 
                        (CCP09), 
                        we would have left the car at Roa Island and arrived 
                        back tired and cold and failed to do the place justice. 
                         But through being too late for that bus, a more 
                        modest excursion proved to be one of the better legs 
                        of the journey. The 
                        plan was to drive to Bardsea, then walk along the coast 
                        until around 4:30 by which time the bus from Barrow 
                        would be approaching on the coast road so wherever we 
                        happened to be, we would catch it.  This meant 
                        we had plenty of time for exploration. The map 
                        showed alternative routes- one on the coast and the 
                        other a little inland on the coastal road- presumably 
                        in case of high tides.  We decided that we would 
                        mostly stick to the coast but take the opportunity to 
                        explore the villages as we passed by. In 
                        fact, exploration kicked in even earlier.  In CCP09 
                        I bemoaned the fact that we had not seen more of the 
                        Manjushri Kadampa Meditation Centre, better known as 
                        the Conishead Priory.  However, on our way to Bardsea, 
                        we saw its gates and decided to call in for a look around. 
                         There is a strange juxtaposition of the Victorian 
                        gothic priory and a very modern Buddhist temple.   
                            
                                | 
 Temple 
                                    and priory 
 Priory 
                                    Chimneys | 
 Conishead 
                                    Priory 
 Kadampa 
                                    Buddhist Temple |  We 
                        were able to walk around the grounds.  I was hoping 
                        we might be able to visit the café for a bowl 
                        of hari-soupa but unfortunately it doesn't open until 
                        March.  We did see a saffron gowned monk, who looked 
                        very serene if a little odd, being a young Caucasian. 
 Bardsea 
                        beach On 
                        reaching Bardsea our slight fear of that part of the 
                        coast being overcast was allayed. It was a superb day 
                        with what clouds there were being in the distance.  Even 
                        better, the visibility was good, but not so clear that 
                        you could see Heysham nuclear power station!   As 
                        far as we could recall, this was the first time on the 
                        Path that the tide was fully up, albeit on the turn. 
                         We set off along the beach but once round the 
                        bend we found some comfortable rocks on which to have 
                        our lunch. 
                            
                                | 
 High 
                                    tide | 
 Lunch 
                                    stop |  This 
                        stretch of coastline must be a treat for twitchers. 
                         There were all sorts of sea and wading birds. 
                         Unfortunately I don't know what most of them were. In 
                        the distance we could see two bushes on the beach with 
                        strange adornments.  On closer examination the 
                        "fruit" turned out to be litter, gathered 
                        and placed. 
                            
                                | 
 Wading 
                                    birds | 
 Litter 
                                    bushes |  The 
                        first village we explored was Baycliff. The climb up 
                        to it was a bit of a shock.  It looked a pleasant 
                        place where a lot of development was in hand.  The 
                        Fisherman's Inn seemed no longer to be open but the 
                        Farmer's Arms was and the village presumably can't support 
                        two such establishments. 
 Baycliff 
                        centre! 
 Baycliff 
                        outskirts Returning 
                        to the coast, Margaret made friends with a couple of 
                        donkeys.  She likes donkeys. 
                            
                                | 
 Margaret's 
                                    friends | 
 Back 
                                    on the beach |  It 
                        was such a lovely day that we thought there would be 
                        pleny of washing for Margaret to paint. That was another 
                        reason why we thought we would detour via the villages. 
                        However, the only worthwhile washing that we saw was 
                        at Maskel Point, right on the edge of the beach. 
                            
                                | 
 Heading 
                                    into the sun | 
 Washing 
                                    at Maskel Point |  A 
                        notice said that cockling was prohibited- I think it 
                        is the close season.  There was plenty of evidence 
                        that when the law permits, cockling is actively persued. Running 
                        into the sea were several ancient wooden structures. 
                         But for what?  I thought they could have 
                        been used for fishing but Margaret is of the mind that 
                        they were for erosion control. 
                            
                                | 
 Ready 
                                    to cockle | 
 What 
                                    are these for? |  After 
                        Baycliff is Aldingham.  This is just a hamlet but 
                        has a beautiful church right by the edge of the beach. 
                         It is called St Cuthbert's because two hundred 
                        years after his death, his coffin was carried around 
                        England by six monks until he reached his final resting 
                        place in Durham.  Wherever the coffin rested on 
                        The 
                        Journey, a church 
                        was built in his name. 
                            
                                | 
 St 
                                    Cuthbert's. Aldingham | 
 The 
                                    view from the graveyard |  The 
                        building dates back to Norman times as can be seen by 
                        the thickness of the pillars on the north aisle.  It 
                        has lots of interesting features like a squint window 
                        and a hole in the wall so that lepers could receive 
                        communion bread pushed through to the outside by the 
                        priest using long tongs.  See Visit 
                        Cumbria and its 
                        related links for more photos and information. 
                            
                                | 
 The 
                                    Norman pillars 
 The 
                                    Squint | 
 The 
                                    centre aisle 
 St 
                                    Cuthbert's Nursing Home |  Just 
                        up the lane is another fine building, Aldingham St Cuthbert's 
                        Nursing Home, specialising in looking after elderly 
                        patients with dementia. [Afternote: 
                        on a visit in 2017 we were told that the church was 
                        renovated in 1846 by a very wealthy man called Stonnard, 
                        a pal of Queen Victoria.  He died not long after 
                        and left all his money to his butler.  The lucky 
                        chap spent £30,000 on building a modest home for 
                        himself- Aldingham Hall, now St Cuthbert's Nursing Home!] Back 
                        on the beach, a lone horse rider was well out on the 
                        sands.  Given all the warnings about quicksands, 
                        why don't horse hooves sink into the sand? 
                            
                                | 
 The 
                                    lone horse and rider 
 Seascape | 
 Leaving 
                                    Aldingham 
 Approaching 
                                    Newbiggin |  The 
                        next village is Newbiggin.  By the time we reached 
                        it, the sun was getting low in the sky and a cold wind 
                        had sprung up, coming directly off the sea.  There 
                        was about half an hour before the bus was due so we 
                        hoped that there would be a bus shelter with a seat 
                        where we could have a coffee and finish off our butties. 
                         There was a bus shelter.  But the seats were 
                        little more than bum perches and the wind was blowing 
                        right through the shelter so we decided instead to have 
                        a look round Newbiggin.  It didn't take long.  It 
                        is an untidy little village, the only thing of note 
                        being a trough of crocii getting ready to bloom.   
                            
                                | 
 The 
                                    bus shelter | 
 Crocii |  We 
                        returned to the bus stop, grateful that we were not 
                        having to plod onwards in the cold dusk to Roa Island. 
                         In fact the bus was almost on time and whisked 
                        us back to our car where we did have that coffee and 
                        finished off the butties.  The flexibility had 
                        worked well.  Don, 
                        17th February 2010   The 
                        5.1 miles covered brings our CCP total to 68.1 miles. There 
                        was also 375 feet of climbing.
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