It Be Reyt

Which means in Sheffield speak that we have to put up with the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune because a positive outcome is anticipated.
I made a mistake today and lost heart. I won’t do that again – losing heart. I’ll make mistakes whilst there’s breath in this mortal coil. Shakespeare’s featuring a bit tonight.
Anyway, I don’t think I thanked Ziva enough so thank you me old for putting me up at the time my body needed to walk without the rucksack. Even if I looked a pillock walking around with one of your black leather handbags over my shoulder.

I get statistics on the blog and over the last week I’ve had viewers from the UK, Germany, France, Bulgaria and Russia. Hello My Bulgarian and Russian friends whoever you are I love you! My UK, French and German friends don’t need me to tell them that I love them – they know.

It was another climbing day today but the Coast Path was detoured around again with collapsed cliffs. The first climb out of Charmouth was quite a view looking back with Charmouth in the foreground and Lyme Regis in the left distance.

However the main act was Golden Cap, the highest cliff on the South Coast, which was a sweat drawing, breath stealing, leg weakening climb to a 360 degree panorama. As usual the sun was out and beating down on my bent back. I’ll miss it when the weather turns.

Coming down off Golden Cap I walked into Seatown and decided to try the sea side route rather than over the cliffs, as the tide was going out. Big mistake. I spent nearly three hours jumping from one rock to another with my pack on my back, and where there was flat land it was full of pebbles, which made walking very tiring.

Bizarrely out of the billions of pebbles as I walked along my eye was drawn to one. ‘Stephen’ was somehow etched on one that was miles down the beach from anywhere that it might have originated. I didn’t lift it or try to establish how the wording was produced but just passed it wondering how.

I made it to Freshwater Beach Camping Park and set up Wilson, washed my clothes and did this blog. It’s nearly nine o’clock and I’m going for a fairly long hike tomorrow so I’ll say goodnight.

Night Night.