Today's walk was around Portland Peninsula, the original Portland. How do you like that! We set out from Weymouth, did a beautiful bit of the path, then a not so beautiful walk across the road/bridge to begin the official route.
We neither dove nor jumped.
As the walk began in ernest, Wendy decided to turn back; I forged on ahead. The way was tricky for a bit, but as is my custom, I spied a few walkers obviously doing the same thing I was, and trailed them until the way became clear. Fortunately, thereafter, the path was well marked,
The day was misty, which created a quiet kind of beauty and encouraged the leaving of the camera in the pocket most of the time. But here is an opening for walking through:
When there are lots of choices, it is nice when one of them is yours.
A horse in the mist:
The famous Portland Bill lighthouse. Its fog horn was blasting away. What a great sound!
Would you believe that the mister bought this car for his Missus so that she could find it in a parking lot?! Honest!
The mist cleared after a few hours:
Whoa! These are some big rocks!
When the greyness, which to be sure, is its own kind of beauty (actually, some of the area looked like a moonscape, not that I have been there or anything, but you know what I mean) a few flowers brighten the scene quite a bit:
Dramatic!
This is an ordinary gate with a feature one sees a lot in the UK. Do you see that metal stick-like thing with a black handle? Guess what it is?
It is a gate-release so that a horseback rider does not have to dismount in order to open the gate.
There is a prison on Portland:
If the inmates could see over the fence, which they cannot, this is what their view would be:
Some goats were in their own kind of prison:
A kid having a snack:
A kid not having a snack:
At the end of the walk, almost seventeen miles, I took the bus back to Weymouth. A cup of tea and some cookies really hit the spot!
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