A Stitch Marker a Mile -370 miles and counting

Well it’s been a frantic few weeks and is set to continue in this manner. Among it all I had a few days visiting my parents which was fun. We went to the beach and not having thought to take a swimsuit I had to content myself with paddling. We went to Weymouth which I remember most strongly as a place I went to on coach trips with my grandmother when she was looking after me during school holidays.

The Osmington Horse Viewed from Weymouth Beach
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The Osmington Horse Viewed from Weymouth Beach

We also went to Sandbanks which brings back wonderful memories of going to the beach after school which means it wasn’t during the holidays, probably because it would have been too busy then to be able to find a parking space. The best thing about Sandbanks is that it’s a narrow strip of land that sticks out into the sea, so on one side of the road is perfect cockling territory and the other side is the softest sandy beach. So you could pick some cockles, go for a swim, then go home and put the cockles in a bucket of floury water so they purge themselves of sand and grit and then cook them up for a tasty treat.

Old Harry Rocks, from Sandbanks
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