10 Nov 2022

Decided to change my flight, anywhere’s better than Merica. Only joking! The guy standing behind me said it was unusual to see this so I snapped a photo for posterity.

9 Nov 2022

Having a last pint of England’s superb bitter in a rural pub near Mum’s house, and I spotted this cat climbing up the roof. It’s not real. 

8 Nov 2022

As we hiked back up to the car from from Durdle Door, I spotted these two, just sitting in the heavy winds, appreciating the waves down below, and had to snap this shot.

The Duke of Somerset and his wife, grandparents of King Henry VII, interred at the high alter in the Minster church of Wimborne, parts of which date back to 1120. These effigies above their tomb are made of fine alabaster.

Having Sunday lunch at the local golf club, and these are sturdy, determined golfers, playing the course in the pouring rain, and not even phased about it.

Elliott, Greg and I each had a plate loaded like this from a carvery pub in Dorchester. I had topside of beef and gammon, with roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, roast beet, peas and leeks in cheese sauce, swede, bubble and squeak, stuffing and gravy, accompanied by a fine local ale. And yes, I ate it all, and yes, it was far, far too much.

At Kimmeridge Bay, a Jurassic beach, where the Military of Defence hold training exercises close by, meaning we weren’t supposed to go past a certain point.