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Sunday 24th January 2010
Cockermouth
 
Well, this was all a bit odd. We drove to Cockermouth Sands, thinking there might be something to do there, an abbey to check out or something. But it was a miserable, ugly, grey place (I'm thinking, "Fine, let the sea have it"). We didn't stay long. R****** and I walked part of the way to the abbey. I took a few pictures . . . even managed to observe the distant wind farm off the coast of Barrow, if only fleetingly. These wind turbines are elusive things, seemingly only visible at certain times under certain atmospheric conditions.
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