Aquarium and Roman museum
After a late lunch in the museum’s café, I drove north to the smaller harbour town of Maryport. As in Whitehaven, millions of pounds have been spent developing the marina here in the last few decades and it’s now a lovely place to while away an hour or two.
The Lake District Coast Aquarium was full of families enjoying a day out. Some open-mouthed lumpsuckers caught the attention of one group in front of me. “They remind me of those things in the Paul McCartney video,” said mum. “The Frog Chorus?” I suggested, helpfully. “That’s the one!” Bad timing meant I missed the feeding sessions when staff give talks on various species, but I was fascinated to learn about local maritime links, including the story of Fletcher Christian, the Bounty’s famous mutineer, who went to the same school as local poet William Wordsworth.
I was back in Maryport the next day, this time visiting the Senhouse Roman Museum. Containing altar stones, phallic carvings and other well-preserved artefacts unearthed from the adjoining fort of Alauna, it’s a reminder that this coast forms part of the ‘Frontiers of the Roman Empire’ World Heritage site. Alauna would’ve been one of many structures protecting this remote north-western border, effectively a continuation of the defences associated with Hadrian’s Wall which starts in nearby Bowness-on-Solway.
Continuing on my northward trajectory, I entered the Solway Coast Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, a region renowned for its important wildlife habitats, including sand dunes, salt marsh and lowland raised peat bog. Between Maryport and the elegant Victorian resort of Silloth are miles and miles of empty beaches backed by low dunes. I decided the best way to explore this less built-up part of the coast would be on foot. I parked up in Allonby.
In summer, crowds come here to cool off with Twentyman’s locally made ice-cream. Not in February though; coffee in the village’s friendly tea-room was more fitting today. Fortified by the warmth and caffeine, I layered up and headed on to the wind-ravaged beach. All along the shore, flocks of waders picked at the sand, seeking a meal. On the other side of the water, the hills of Dumfries & Galloway seemed just a pebble’s throw away. As I continued walking though, the westerly slowly drew a dark veil across this outlook; a shower was heading my way. The hills vanished and the squall hit. With my head down, I rushed back to the ‘van. Clambering inside, I discovered I was soaked to the skin – but only on one side of my body. Cumbria’s horizontal rain had ensured my landward side stayed dry!
There’s nothing quite like a winter shower to make me really appreciate my campervan, and, having donned dry clothes and warmed up, I had just enough daylight left to visit Silloth. I parked on one of the town’s broad, cobbled avenues and headed seaward. I was aiming for the promenade running beside one of England’s longest village greens. Before I reached it though, the sky turned black again. I’d had enough masochism for one weekend; it was time to go home.
- Natterjack toads Solway salt marshes are among the few places in the UK where natterjack toads still survive. Visit on a spring evening to hear the male’s loud mating call.
- Porpoises If you’re lucky, you might spot a harbour porpoise in the water. These creatures are similar to dolphins but smaller and with triangular dorsal fins.
- Barnacle geese In autumn, all of Svalbard’s barnacle geese – tens of thousands of them – fly south to winter on the Solway. Quite something to see – and hear!