Who Are You Looking At?

Second only in aggressive intent to – ‘Are you looking at my bird?’
Well judging by the viewing statistics it seems that you are looking at my bird. Well, my youngest daughter Jet, who created a peak in viewing when I put the picture of her on the catwalk in my blog. So here we are again. I walk 602 miles (28 to go) and get decent viewing figures. Along comes Jet doing bugger all and the viewing goes bananas. I got my top off yesterday and still no reaction. So here goes – another dose of the beautiful Jet! What’s she got that I haven’t got?

It was an early start this morning, I got up at 6.15 to get Wilson packed away before the rain came, and it did come at 6.45. Moving east quite quickly now to try to get a day off before Andrew and my Sis (Deborah) arrive on Tuesday. Probably play Pitch and Pute on Monday if I get some time in Swanage. Francis, did that make you laugh?

The grey morning slowly cleared, this is looking back to Weymouth and the Isle of Portland.

And when it cleared it was glorious again.

I was aiming for a campsite on the hill above Durdle Door, a fabulous, natural chalk arch and within two miles of it the path began to weave up and down again quite dramatically. I’m used to it now and didn’t even need to take a breather on the upward sections. It’s a beautiful sight Durdle Door, as is the bay beyond it, with people still enjoying the warm weather by swimming in the sea.

I’ve made it here and I’m going to get Wilson up and get the earliest night in history. I’m aiming to get up at 5.00 tomorrow to make sure that I can cover the 21 miles to Swanage. The penultimate hike. The last one on my own.
Home soon.