Back in Dorset and after a stormy night and low expectations I awoke to a calm clear morning, feeling hopeful. The wind picked up as I set off, a brisk westerly. I thought nothing of it as it had been calm since waking. Approaching Hive I could see white horses out to sea. A bad sign. Round here, a very bad sign.
Chesil beach is a spectacular shingle ridge but it is not the safest swimming area and it has an infamous undertow. We are all very cautious of the sea here in bad weather. I get out of the car and the air is damp with fine sea spray. Waves are crashing in rapid succession and the beach is covered with gleaming white foam. The sea is muddy brown and I can see clumps of seaweed and branches being tossed in the surf. Its like August only sunnier. I walk a bit in splendid isolation, take some photos and return home disappointingly dry.
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