New Valley Hills

Woken during the night to unexpected squals. Buttoned down the tent and closed both flys which had been open for ventilation. It didn’t get below 17C and 80% humidity all night. Sweltering!

Up at 0530, had a slow start with stoveless coffee and my porridge mixture. A couple of section-hikers going the other way had arrived after dark. As I left at 0730 they were stirring. We exchanged gossip about the trail overhead. Thankfully nothing of note about my way for me to concern about. They had very steep slopes to deal with.

Walking towards White Nothe recollecting staying a couple of times in one of the old coastguard cottages on the top. Good friend Luke had access through family ownership.

Had a natter with a front marker for today’s MacMillan Mighty Hike, checking the route arrows are still present. She confirmed 2000 yesterday started the full marathon. Everyone extracted for heat exhaustion and sprained ankles was fine. Another 1000 doing the half marathon today. To a person they were friendly as we passed each other, taking turns on the narrow paths, sharing encouraging words. Runners seen immune to giving way – not a single one so far has yielded to anyone as far as I have seen.

After two nights wild camping I needed a shower. Rosewall at Osmington sounded nice, and as it was close by I could have the afternoon off for more hand laundry and relaxing.

Lesson one for today – never bring a white anything! It’ll always look grubby. My flannel is great for a good scrub in the shower, but I wish it was brown. Well, it is now! 😆

Lesson two for today – never pitch tent too close to a hedge at a campsite. In sandals I stood in something squishy, and it went between my toes. 🤢 I hate dog owners who don’t clean up after their animals. Curses to them! Several days ago I saw an owner watch their dog do a shit on the beach, say to their friend “La la la”, and walk away. I hope you sit in some, I thought. 😔🫤😞😔

Campsite owners came out to clear up the dog mess, during an exodus of campers from the field corner because of the flies and smell. Can’t fault the campsite people.

I cheered myself up with a Dorset Knob.

While I’m walking my brother is promoting his novels during a pause in the Jane Austen Festival at Bath. Kind friend Pete sent me this photo of him at Waterstones.

Needless to say, my bad English does not run in the family.

Sea mist has rolled in with a distinct lowering of temperature. After 5 days of not more than 10 stifling miles a day maybe tomorrow will be the start of pace increase. Heat and humidity combined are my nemeses. Have those out of the way and I should be able to get to 20 a day.