In Eypes

From the loveliness of today's accommodation, a view of the Dorset countryside, from my room:




I will tell the not nice story of yesterday's hotel experience, naming no names, because, like I said, it is not nice! The owner, a very kind man, had the worst teeth I have ever seen. His front teeth were huge, widely spaced, crooked—maybe because some of the side teeth were missing—and completely rotten. And.....hate to say it, but when he spoke, it did not smell so good!

The establishment itself was hardly inviting, not horrible, but wouldn't be anyone's first or even second choice. Go up stairs, go up more stairs. My room is in a converted attic. Stifling, and dirty, and you had to walk bent over lest you whack your head on the steeply slanted ceiling. Carpet covered with stains, a chair with dirty, stained and ripped upholstery, small window with lots of bird excrement on it, and it opened only a little bit, a toilet whose flusher was not well attached, and a shower that offered no hot water, although there was a big, heavy towel. There was a fan, thank God!

Was relieved to take off in the morning, even though the walk began with two major diversions. This meant almost six miles of road walking, a lot of it uphill, and it was hot. Do not be deceived by a name like Shanbarrow Lane! Shanbarrow Lane is a long, steep, asphalt hill. But finally, when you do emerge into countryside, like in the picture above, all is forgiven and you are filled with joy once again!

I actually sat down and had a snack here:





Some of the countryside is showing its fall colours:




A bridge to nowhere:





Good night!


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Location:Eypes