Abbotsbury to Weymouth

You see this rather colourful looking building front? This is the place where we stayed behind the bar. It looks better on the outside than on the inside. The town of Abbotsbury, however, is adorable, and is gorgeously surrounded.








These are the fattest thistles I ever saw!






Here comes Wendy over a stile:






A quiet country scene:






Not all stiles are so charming. Not only was this one of stone (only one of two we have seen like this) but the Queen Anne's lace in front of the step added the perfect touch:






A view across the lagoon:







We obeyed!







Poppies by the way:









No red flags were flying, so we were able to proceed:






It was cloudy all morning; finally the sky could take it no longer and it began to rain. Rain means mud. It looks like this!






There are never too many flowers:






Some people really know how to camp:







Who knew that kite flying could be so dangerous:






We reached Weymouth late in the afternoon, tired after about a fifteen and a half mile walk, easy as it was. One reason for the "tired" is that we had counted on a nice tea at the Ferry Bridge Inn about 3 1/2 miles from our B and B. That would have been a welcome pick-me-up, but wouldn't you know, the inn is closed on Monday and Tuesday, so wet and weary, we had to soldier on.

After all that to-do about towels and hot water, we actually lucked out at our Weymouth establishment. It has both + a large tub. It is hardly a five star Hilton and the proprietress is a crab, but when the traffic noise dies down, all is well.

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