There was no breakfast available. I do have some biscuits and things but didn't bother. I trudged back over the hill and down to the café on the shingle from where I walked inland last night but it was still closed at 9:15.
More Chesil shingle for a mile or so was hard going. Your feet crunch deep in, and the pebbles are uniform, the size of sparrows eggs, and there is no traction as you push off with each foot.
Relief came at Burton Bradstock (bacon butty and pot of tea), a little idyllic bay and sandy beach, with a huge, highly organised café and parking arrangements more suited to the Olympics. Despite the end of school holidays it is still so busy - all the retirees have come out of their home hibernation and are making good in this unseasonal heat wave. The walk is now developing a pattern of near deserted, exhilarating cliff top walking contrasted with commercialised bays with intense populations of motor conveyed day trippers.
A steep climb out of a Burton then cliff tops and a descent took me to West Bay, a full scale town with a proper harbour, and again incredibly busy. From here quite serious ups and down brought me to Seatown.
At the pub I was trying to ask about accommodation when I was interrupted by a Dutch girl clutching a laptop and quizzing me about what I was doing - the pub was fully booked and the girl then told me about a lady with a room just up the road. We exited the pub for directions and the girl spotted an elderly lady and shouted. It turned out the girl was part of a Dutch TV crew making a documentary for Dutch TV about England and they had some interaction with this lady, and as a group with colleagues of my guardian angel we wandered a couple of hundred windy yards up a track to a hidden wood built bungalow with a blue painted wooden annexe attached which was my room. It was like fairyland. Some time later a guy appeared who I suspect was the son of the elderly lady and told me I was the first person to be using this newly established facility.
I am now in the Anchor having had a smoked haddock and salmon gratin dish and some local ale - all good stuff. I will try and find more details to publicise my little retreat. There are pretty good self catering facilities, a huge double bed and a shower, but the wc and washroom, fully appointed with washing machine and ironing facilities is in another wooden hut thirty yards back down the lane, but the whole set up is quirky, attractive, different and certainly appealing to me.
The harbour at West Bay
The steep ascent back onto cliffs from West Bay
More cliffs ahead
Looking back east - that is only part of Chesil Beach!
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