Our trip from London to St. Bees was more of an ordeal than we expected. When we went to buy our train tickets at Euston Station in London, we had trouble speaking the same English language with the lady behind the glass. At first she couldn't understand us when we said we wanted to get to St. Bees and then, as we only later found out, she sold us tickets that took us all the way to Carlisle, which is close to the border to Scotland, where we then had to transfer to another train that would take us back down the west coast to our destination--while we could have got there much cheaper and easier a different way. But we didn't find that out until our tickets were checked on our way back down the coast.A castle in Carlisle that we didn't get a chance to explore
Our B&B stop that night was called Abbey Farm House, and as you can see from our earlier blog pictures, it was lovely. Clean and light and airy, with a big clawfoot tub in the bathroom, free internet and tasty food. The host, Steve, was friendly and very helpful.
St. Bees itself is a small town, although larger than many we came across. It has a Post Office, which is also a convenience store (many of the post offices in Britain are like it), two pubs and a restaurant. And many B&Bs to accommodate all the Coast to Coast walkers and the many vacationers who come to visit the lovely beach there.
We had our first English pint in a pub there, it was called Speckled Hen ale, and came recommended by a man sitting at the bar. We stood out like sore thumbs as foreigners unaccustomed to English food and drink, but this got better along the way.