Last week saw us at a very wet and muddy Wyke Regis overloooking Chesil Beach.
Entertained by our friends Julia & Steve on Sunday evening with a nice chicken coconut curry and pavlova we returned to our van in the worst conditions yet. Very windy and very wet and our van sinking in the mud. A quiet Monday and a damp Tuesday morning folowed but we were determined to do our 9 mile coastal walk to Abbotsbury. Graffito proclaiming 'Noah woz here' suggested it was not the day to trial my new walking sandals but the weather was turning sunny so booted up off we went. The paths were totally flooded and muddy and the fields we crossed were flood plains. But once we started we persevered and the scenery and views were great. We saw lovely birds en route including what we think was a red kite. (medium sized bird of prey with reddish wings if anybody wishes to confirm - Jan,)
Continuing past the racing stables of John Coombe,
and fields of rape and stunning views,
we arrived very weary 5 hours later. Luckily Abbotsbury has a pub and despite coughing up £3.80 a pint, ale has rarely tasted so good. An advantage of long walks or bike rides in England is that they finish up with a pint of real ale rather than a glass of some undrinkable Spanish lager.
We were also luck to find a bus to take us back to a mile from our campsite.
On Wednesday we spent the day in Weymouth meeting our friends in the evening for a meal in a local pub.
A walk home in the dry was a bonus as was the decent bloke on the next pitch who towed us out of our quagmire. So great to see friends again but off on our travels to the New Forest last Friday and seeing new friends.
This post is a bit later today than intended for reasons that I will explain next week.
All the best
J&P
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