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. ​

Breaking for lunch at the 4-mile point. Then on we trudge.

We break for tea. Yes, we did just eat lunch.

All those warning signs and the path goes this close to the edge? The wind has picked up and it's a bit worrying.

We are near the end. Just one hill to go down and we'll reach West Bay!

But then this.

West Bay just below!

Drinks at The George.