Guest blogger; RL, singer, bacon and egg eater, banoffee pie maker and poetry quoter extraordinaire.
Guest blogger, RL
After an entirely slothful afternoon on Cerne Abbas hill I persuade MG to drive to Burton Bradstock for a swim. Absolutely beautiful day but when we arrive on the beach is distinctly chilly and the sea looks rather treacherous. MG says definitely not swimming but am determined to go in regardless. Assure her that once past the breakers is calm as millpond. SW arrives and recounts v funny story about occasion of MG declining to swim despite small children in sea having a whale of a time (the waves were ENORMOUS! Those children should not have been in!! Ed). She is suitably chastised and we all go in. After the breakers the sea is beautiful, clear and smooth and the waves are perfect for diving. Once we get out far enough it's really quite a pleasant temperature, and there is still a lingering warmth from the heat of the day.
Exit proves interesting as I am affected by uncontrollable laughing fit and end up rolling in the surf in manner of discarded jetsam. Body temperature improves greatly on production of flask of hot water and assam tea bags, and discovery of box of Anna's thins which we consume with alacrity. From our spot we can see the sun setting on a glorious day! O Dorset is beautiful wherever you go (but especially at bb with good friends and good tea).
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