The most extraordinary finish. Just 12km it said. But 12km of real woodland wilderness along the Lyme to Seaton undercliff with a twisting, undulating track and no escape except at each end. I pushed in 2.5 hours but the signs warned 3-4!
So a weary me rocked up in Seaton to find our special friend Jeni, who bought me sausages and beer and shared a lovely evening in the pub before dropping me back at my abandoned campsite pitch.
Earlier I had said bye to Sue who put us up yesterday and to Carolyn (some things are very hard), who drove home.
The day began with big hills, including Golden Cap, and a tiresome diversion from Charmouth to Lyme Regis via the road because the cliffs have fallen off apparently. So my mood wasn’t great when I lunched among the grockles.
But a good night and I’ll be moving again early tomorrow.