Not a great deal to say about this afternoon except it was a very pleasant plot through mostly farm land, a joy after so many gradient days. The coast path is actually behind the fleet which is the stetch of water behind chesil beach, the quide gives reasons for this such as nesting turns amongst the shingle so i assume but can’t be certain that it would be possible to walk carfully along the whole shingle beach.
One perhaps ammusing memory from the afternoon was at one stage i could hear a lot of shouting, a couple of fields later i came accross the source which was two people that appeared to be attempting the training of a dog called Dave, the dog unless deaf was just not interested and came across to investigate my approach, i was assured he wasn’t dangerous just curious as i wandered by, the shouting continued as i dissapeared around some woodland.
Suddenly at ferry bridge its heavy traffic alongside as i cross to Portland, i’ve been really lucky in that a group camped on the cliffs have let me join them for another great sunset, at least 30 tents on chesil beach stretching away into the distance.
South West Coast Path 