After a wonderful stay and breakfast with Jackie and Duncan, the best hosts ever, I left their beautiful home and detoured to look at St Catherines Chapel built in the late 14th Century and dominating the skyline above Abbotsbury and the surrounding area. From there a steep slope down to the Swannery and there was Bob ship shape and ready to go. Bob’s a great friend and somewhat older than me, but as fit as can be all things considered and he was determined to complete at least one leg of this walk. He’s also a wise old head and chose the flatest section. From the path takes you through a lot of well maintained farm land, and is then dominated by the walk alongside the Fleet. The Fleet is a strange waterway fed by freshwater, and then tidal with the sea. Chisel beach protects it from the sea generally. It is the mix which promotes some food that the swans desire and thus they return every year to the same location. Not the most scenic of walks, or the most testing, except for the baked clay underfoot that has been shaped by feet, hooves and bikes. Hard work to ensure that you are not turning your ankle on the home run. The Fleet is also home to a multitide of birds, and it turns Bob is either well versed in the names of many species, or is winging it as we go. It really is an oasis of peace, apart from the birds and Bob, until we approach the outskirts of Chickerell, and Weymouth. Now there are people and caravan sites, but once more the sun is shining and people are happy. We cross the firing ranges at Chickerell, and thankfully no red flag is flying. We then skirt Wkye Regis training camp and some recruits are being put through their paces in a rib, probably best not to photograph them. Eventually we sight the rock that is Portland and another leg of the adventure is completed. 11 miles today, 575 in total, 55 to go. I am looking at the maps to see if there is a path beyond Poole !!!! A great day, started off in a very historic village by two lovely people, a walk with the