Pitches 17 & 18

After my parents took their leave at Burton Bradstock I made up some solid mileage until a really difficult mile long stretch along the shingle of Chesil beach. To me, sinking into the pebbles is far worse than any uphill and it really screwed up my left Achilles. After traversing that obstacle though I made it past Abbotsbury Swannery, a sanctuary for 600 mute swans on the site of an 11th century monastery. It was around there that I met Rook, an old Geordie boy who had a great big bushy beard. Turned out that he had walked all this way around the coast from Tynemouth! To add to his lore, he said he started clean shaven, but he was such a happy fella and loved living a simple life; he was a real legend (he couldn't move diagonally though). A few flat miles on and I am in East Fleet Farm, where I will be able to leave all my gear tomorrow as I attempt the Portland Loop!

Day 17 stats:
Distance: 34.4 km
Move minutes: 471Læs mere