Maryport

Yesterday we went to Maryport, which is only about 20 miles from Grandma's, on the coast. It is seaside. So there I was, expecting seaside fun. And where was I taken? To the Roman museum. Yes, the Roman museum. We live in St Albans, remember, where we are surrounded 24/7 by the ruins of Verulamium and you can hardly walk through town without finding someone dressed up as a centurion. I've had it up to here with Romans.

Now, to be fair, it was an excellent museum. (Despite the crucial lack of a cafe, so no sustaining cup of tea and wedge of homemade cake). And we did get to go on a guided walk to the current excavation, which was interesting. No, it really was.

And then we went to Allonby - more seaside. Another nice place, but its glory days long gone, as witness the tourist information board.

We had an ice-cream, eaten in true English style, in the street, eyes streaming from the bitter wind and everyone else huddled in fleeces or 4x4's, or both.

And then, after a walk along the new cycle track (Hadrian's cycle track, apparently. And you thought he only built walls?) we tried to find something to eat, which was a lot harder than it should have been, but after finding a fish and chip shop (up for sale) and a recommended pub (closed), we finally settled at the Royal Oak at Curthwaite. Not bad, although their claim that all food was locally sourced was true only if you counted buying the balti sauce at a local supermarket. And the music (a Beatles compilation) was on a tape loop which repeated every hour, so we could play a memory game of trying to remember which song came next... But service was friendly (we were strangers and they didn't try to stone us) and God bless them, they were open and willing to feed us, which made them pretty exceptional in West Cumberland.