So we are really heading for home now, familiar sights and places on the horizon. On my own today, and happy to have a day to really ponder what a fantastic experience this has been, a lot of thanks to lots of people but will do that at the end of the journey. I left Weymouth after two days there, spoilt again in the B & B by Charlotte who sent me off with a pack lunch today, without request. From the sea front at Wemouth you walk what must be one of the longest Esplanades in England, with sand changing to pebbles, and the magnificant variety of beach huts and chalets, and a very attractive georgian array of buldings. So the first 2 to 3 miles are fairly flat, and you rise near Bowlease, drop back down through an amusement park, and up againg beside a very sad looking former hotel, not the first I have seen on this journey. A climb and drop into Osmington Mills feels like a warm up for things to come. We are now in the land on the ledges, past Black Head Ledge, Hannah’s Ledge, Frenchmen’s ledge, Pool Ledge, Perry Ledge and then Ringstead Ledge. I have always had a soft spot for Ringstead, it was quiet and quirky, but it is changing. The shop that sold anything you ever wanted for the beach is now a cafe, and a very nice one. There are mobile homes appearing, places like this need protection. Out of Ringstead it starts to get interesting, climbing to White Nothe. I tackle Middle Bottom, a big up and down and need water on board. I take a rest at Bat’s Head, on a large sighting point for ships, and am all of a sudden in the company of 12 to 15 servicemen. I jokingly say “it wasn’t me” to which they chortle, and then the main man says “you are the offering, we could not find a goat”. (Sorry for any offence) For a second I am checking their faces, and they all laugh what a great bunch of guys, again only on the path. On my way again and there it is Scratchy Bottom, honestly. Now this is a very big bottom indeed, difficult to get down to the valley without losing your footing, and then a slow and long way up the other side, about as big as Bottom’s come I would have said. The path plateaus out and below is the beautiful sight of Durdle Door, and the not so beautiful sight of lots of people, I know I am going to have to get used to fellow humans again. I stop to enjoy the view and my lunch and am joined by two dogs who think we are sharing, no way. April their owner is very charming and we descend to the masses below together, past The Man O War, where my son in law had his stag weekend, costeering. Not many do that !!! Up again over Dingy Head and the drop back down again into the wonderful Lulworth Cove. I do not know how many times I have seen the cove from up high, but it is brethtaking every time, made by God, not by man. I have to say I once again really enjoyed today, another walk of great variety, some challenging parts, lovely people and familiar places that still hold magic in them. A big milestone 602 miles now completed after the 14 today, what will I do with myself next week. (Do not answer that Madeleine)