Seatown to West Bexington

We were moving campsites today. Colin had his tent and car and Che had our tent and car. So we had two tents and two cars. If Colin didn’t have a car but had two tents, how many cars and tents would we have?

🚙 + ⛺️ + ⛺️ + ⛺️

Che was packing the van and me and Colin took off and decided to drive down the coast and get a bus back to Seatown. We parked the car and ran to the bus stop, hoping the bus was late. Colin realised that he’d left his walking poles in the car and dashed back for them. I couldn’t see if the bus was coming or not as the bus stop was on a blind bend. So I crossed the road to get a clear view, just as the bus came belting round the corner and ignored my waving.

We walked back to the car and drove it back to Seatown. Never mind. Rather than taking the cliff path we walked on the beach, which was pebbly and quite muscle draining.

But the pebbles got bigger and bigger until we ended up clambering over boulders. We couldn’t climb up the cliffs and it was too far to rewind our steps, so we carried on clambering, for an hour and a half.

There was some cracking iron pyrite though and any future fossil finding jaunt would be centred on this relatively inaccessible location.

Eventually the boulders gave way to pebbles again and we walked in to West Bay, the coastal suburb of Bridport. With great views inland.

Coffee, scones, fried fish and lemonade. We know how to live.

Then off along the beach again.

It was a couple more hours before the cliffs shrank away and we were walking on the impressive swathe of Chesil Beach.

Looking at the timetable we realised we were cutting it very tight for the next bus, which would arrive two hours before the one after. So we legged it up the hill from West Bexington. A couple in a car stopped and gave us a lift up to the bus stop. Hooray!

Eventually we made it back to the car and on to our new campsite the far side of Weymouth. For mussels in white wine and cream sauce again. Hooray!

Night night.