When You’re Weary, Feeling Small

I hoped yesterday that I’d dash round to Swanage today and have a day off tomorrow. Last night was freezing. I slept little as a consequence and was tired when I got up at 6.30, much later than I aimed for. I took a wrong turn first thing and again went through a cordoned off area at Lulworth Cove where the cliff had collapsed. Nothing wrong with it unless you have epileptic fits in which you levitate sideways. The cliff path is up and down almost vertically on occasions (well it felt like it) and this section is ranked as Severe on the SW Coast Path website. It felt like it. I stopped for a cold tin of baked beans and a tin of corned beef for breakfast. The sun was out, beautiful morning, but I was knackered.
Lulworth Cove was its usual serene self, with the Isle of Portland in the background.

I made it round almost to Kimmeridge Bay and a bloke coming the other way said summat, I looked up and it was Martin Baverstock, our very good friend from Bristol with his missus, Linda, behind him. I was so pleased and surprised to see them. We walked up to their car and went to Swanage where we had fish and chips, ice cream and they took me up to my site.
What good mates.

Over Linda’s left shoulder, to our right in the distance, you can see the sun shining on the white cliffs of the Isle of Wight.

I then check on my donations and find new ones from Lex, my Dad and Lisa. I’m up to £2,000 thanks to dear friends and family. It is going to a right good cause. Thank you everybody who has donated, it is wonderful.

Jet boosted viewing figures. A bit of a looker.

Tomorrow I need to get back to where I finished and walk round from there. At least I won’t have the full pack on my back. Sleep well dear family and friends and friends I’ve not yet met.