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LAST PLANE HOME - PART SIX: Dorset Revisited - 14-16/4 Well the next day was reasonably eventful. Biological family having now returned, we seperated once more and set out into the countryside. Must say it's a pity we didn't have something large enough to all go out as one group, but them's the brakes. As it was, we set out in a similar direction as I had with the other half yesterday. It was market day in a few of the smaller towns, it seems, and we stopped off at Bridport for a browse. A great deal of it I found not at all interesting, but I picked myself up a cheap(ish) sterling silver band. Wouldn't have bothered, since I'm not much of a guy for jewelry, but it was embossed with a barbed wire design, which I thought suited me just fine. The weather today wasn't quite as favorable as yesterday, so the scenery was painted in a different light (stupid thing to say; it's always different). Of course no visit to the Southern coast of England would really be complete without making the drive to Durdle Door - a massive rock formation, the result of many years of wind and tidal forces wearing an archway through a great limestone outcropping. I didn't take any photos with my camera - I think at that point it had been playing up - so the only shots taken are those off my Dad's camera - a normal film camera, so no shots are accessible here I'm afraid. Cruising the lower regions of the county, I don't think we had any specific goal. Briefly visited a memorial standing testimony to a native poet/writer - I forget the name for now - and continued until we crested a hill that provided a magnificent view along Chesil Beach. This particular beach is extraordinary odd in that it looks like a giant breakwater - I don't know if it's man-made or not, but either way it's spectacular. I'm sure it's officially misspelt - "Chisel Beach" would be so much more appropriate - it truly does appear as though some giant masonry tool has gouged an enormous rut through the landscape. We arrived back through the countryside at the farm early afternoon; weather being as it will be, the sun was now shining, and I spent that afternoon on a sun-drenched hillside on the farm, playing the fool for Kathy's entertainment for a while, and then settling down to just laze around and enjoy the sun - which soon disappeared anyway =p Went for a wander around at that point. That afternoon, to me, singlehandedly reinforced the ideal I accept: that you don't need to be out playing tourist in order to enjoy a holiday; just spending time around on the farm made that day one of the very best out of my time away.

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