Glorious Finale

To the sea, always to the sea:

Another sky with threats and promises:

 Perhaps once a hideout for pirates (piracy was big in these parts) but now, alas, no access to the public:

A birdcage, bird feeders, little birdie rocking chairs, but no birds:

Shallow steps (the best kind) filled with stones:

Now THIS is a tree!

 Sailboats waiting:

And a church, also waiting:

By and by you come to Old Harry's Rocks:

Old Harry was an infamous pirate.  But now people kayak in Old Harry's territory:

Why are the people and the kayaks so small, you may wonder?  They aren't.  The photographer is so high up!

The last stretch of the walk is two and a half divine miles along the beach.  But I am not alone:

A section of the beach is "naturist."  But this guy did not take off his hoodie.  (His missus has already waddled into the sea):

I did conclude that the reason we wear clothes is because we look better with them on.

Marker of the end or the beginning.  A true bitter sweet moment:

The little yellow ferry to Poole:

Sunset over Poole Harbour as seen from my window at the RNLI College on August 29: