Golden Cap and East Ebb from Burton Bradstock, Dorset.
A full moon guides my departure from Abbotsbury at 5.30am, thatched cottages and the ruined Abbey silhouetted against the bright night sky. The village doesn’t have street lights which adds to the Medieval atmosphere. Last night I’d eaten tripe and mash in the pub, the kind of place where everybody looks over when you walk in before being warmly greeted.
Breakers I, Burton Beach, Dorset.
Burton Beach, Dorset.
I’m reunited with Chesil Beach before hitting a tarmac road which feels like walking on a travelator after crunching along the tiny pebbles for a few kilometres. Imperceptibly the mighty Chesil melts into sand and low cliffs. A big mouthed dog runs over and bites at my trekking pole aggressively.
Alternating strata of Bridport Sands and Inferior Oolite, East Cliff, West Bay, Dorset.
Burton Cliff from West Bay, Dorset.
Breakers II, Burton Beach, Dorset.
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