(By the way, to-day's pictures are from Wendy's camera.) The cliff tops were so windy it was almost impossible to stand up. If I were not wearing a pack, I think I would have been blown into the fence. Fortunately, there were no severe ups and downs. In fact, there were hardly any ups and downs at all.
A famous formation along the way was Old Harry, but no one knew who old Harry was:
John and Mandy had counted on fair weather, so did not bring proper rain gear, as you can see.
All I can say, is, "Oy!"
People have to be careful, too:
After wallking a couple of hours in the wind a rain, we happened upon Old Joe's Shack where we warmed up with a cup of tea. This adorable, sixteen year-old boy is not Old Joe, but is his grandson. All alone and all day long, he tends the stand. I don't think he had many customers today:
The highlight of the day was a two plus mile stretch of beach, which, because of the weather, we had all to ourselves. Despite the rain, it was a glorious and gorgeous walk. I wanted it not to be over.
But it was and here is the monument at South Haven Point that marks the official beginning or the official end, depending on where you start:
And the other end is:
We caught the ferry over to Poole, where we are spending the night:
A three and a half mile walk brought us to our most depressing B and B. We were almost knocked out by the smell of plugged-into-the-walll scent bombs, and the room is really dreary, but we shall survive! Just a disappointing way to end the first half of the walk, which, may I say, seemed too short. Looking forward to getting to the Cotswalds tomorrow.
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