Dorchester

 We woke to find that most of England had a hangover.

After a final breakfast at the seaside boarding house we headed inland. Our several long walks had tired us all out, especially Misty, so we were having a lazy day. First stop Hardys monument. Not Mayor of Casterbridge Hardy, but ‘Kiss me Hardy’ Hardy. It’s on top of a hill (which we drove up) and gives fine views.

Next we drove into Dorchester and had a look around. I purchased a bandana, thus consigning Footsupport headband to the past. We sat outside a cafe and had a sandwich while watching the world go by. Exiting Dorchester we found the Cerne Abbas giant viewing platform and puzzled over that for a while. It’s impossible to photo so here’s some trees.

Driving back toward the coast we found our next hotel, The Dower House, just outside Lyme Regis. The owner, Rosemarie, is very ebullient. She showed us to our suite, which is indeed huge, and has French windows leading onto the garden. Perfect. No stairs. There is also a swimming pool outside the window. Bad luck the weathers so poor. 

For tea, Rosemarie had booked us in at Tom’s place on the front in Lyme Regis. They gave us a lovely outside table where We could watch the sea and the people, and the food was great too. 

After, we walked along the promenade and out onto the Cobb. The wind had gone and with the sun setting it was glorious.