So Sewer Sorry

Apparently the lagoon behind Chesil Bank is the biggest in NW Europe and a place of scientific interest as well as a World Nature site, or summat. Now yesterday I said it smells disgusting, like a sewer. A few people have been in touch to complain that I would regard someone who sews as disgustingly smelly. Particularly as these are likely to be women. OK, OK I know a lot of tailors are men but the bulk of sewers in the UK are women let’s be honest with each other. And I’m sure they don’t stink, it’s all been a big misunderstanding. I meant ‘like a knitter’.

Today started cloudy and I left Wilson on the site and walked down to the coast path and over the long bridge and causeway to the Isle of Portland. As I walked the clouds cleared and the usual blue sky surrounded the sun. Beautiful weather yet again. This is a view from the cliff top on the Island looking back at Weymouth, Chesil Bank and Lyme Bay to the left.

Walking down to Portland Bill, the southern point of the island, it became apparent that the whole Isle is just a quarry. Sir Christopher Wren loved Portland stone and had it shipped up to London by the hundreds of thousands of tons to build iconic structures like St Paul’s and many other churches after the great fire of London in 1666. You know Christopher Wren. Yes that one. Hunchback with a squint. The new London Bridge, the UN building in New York and government buildings in New Delhi are made from this stone. As a result the island is a little gold mine but a largely unattractive one.

I got to Portland Bill in the sun and was happy to walk back.

I’m looking forward to carrying on through East Dorset now. Only 42 miles to go, 588 done.
All knitters’ complaints will be dealt with at arm’s length and upwind.