If it's the third weekend in April (or sometimes fourth when there's five weekends in the month), it must be roboteering in Crewkerne for Son the Elder and a bit of pottering around in Dorset for me. Like last year, I made for Charmouth to rehearse the poem I was due to read during the Lyra Bristol Poetry Festival closing event on Sunday evening in the sea's hearing. Unlike last year, it stayed sunny all day and was pleasantly warm.
Golden Cap in the middle distance
I also dug around in the shingle while I sat on the beach, amassing a pockeful of sea glass and some pebbles. A mindful trip through time and the rolling waves.
Later in the afternoon, I decided to walk up the cliff path heading east, to see if I could get a closer view of Golden Cap from the top, and set off following the almost full moon that was just rising.
As I huffed my way up the steep path, I noticed a tiny piece of blue and white hoggin, which also made its way into my pocket.
I climbed and climbed past mounds and banks that reminded me of an iron-age hillfort, but isn't ...
... and a ruined wall in the middle of a field to my left ...
... and stunning sea views, with blackthorn and stitchwort, on my right ...
a close-up of stitchwort
a scattering of bluebells
dog-violets
wild strawberries
first red campion of 2024
shining crane's-bill
gorse and the moon again
After about a mile and a half the path levelled out and skirted inland a little, a line of trees blocking most of the view up ahead, with the exception of the Isle of Portland. Sadly, I didn't have time to follow it or the moon any further, and what's more it was getting dusky, so I headed back downhill.
Looking towards Lyme Regis and the Cobb
Although it doesn't show up in the photo, I could see all the way alond the coastline to Start Point in Southest Devon.
more blackthorn and stitchwort
looking down on the River Char and a dewpond
Back on the beach, the last of the sun lit Golden Cap and the cliffs beyond. Maybe next time I'll even reach it.
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