‘That’ View

Alternative title would be Hell and Heaven … human beings can make a hell of heaven or a heaven of hell (apologies to Milton).
I have wanted to go to Lulworth since geography lessons.

P and I did a tour of his childhood haunts in the camper many years ago but didn’t get here. I knew it would be popular … but … even so … and still before the holidays . It was heaving. I was glad to find a shady path and ended up in a much more secluded spot and had a lovely swim in the sea further along. Heaven.

I remembered all his tales of cycling with his brother all the way from Poole to Durdle Door … (flippin’ ‘eck) and (being idiot boys) jumping off. They built a homemade canoe in their tiny boarding house place that they escaped to from London with their mum and realised they couldn’t get it out so it came out by the window. Then he got a job in an iron foundry (which was probably his comeuppance decades later) before joining the merchant navy at the tender age of 15.

On my way back I met Brody (a King Charles spaniel perhaps?) and he had had the privilege of making the acquaintance of Noah (the canine blip star no less) whilst on his hols here. For a moment I thought this must be how P felt when he said he wouldn’t wash his hand after shaking hands with Seamus Heaney. Bloody hell, I wish he was here to enjoy all of this with me.

I headed back to the campsite via a farm shop and a chat with the man about fish.

Blipping from the cliff where there’s a signal.