Sadly, our final walk this trip. We bus to Abbotsbury and walk through the village down to the coast. It's a perfect English day!
We were thrilled to see that the path goes right along the beach for quite a bit. I picture us kicking off our boots and meandering gently across warm, soft sand, the sea on our left, the sun beaming overhead. But nope.
It's a pebble beach that goes on until the end of the earth. They call it shingle and it's like trudging through snow.
But then this.