A very different day walking from the Smugglers Inn at Osmington Mills via narrow, wooded paths, through large, busy, holiday-weekend-packed campsites, and around the outskirts of Weymouth. Thence plunged into the craziness of the town proper and its classic English seaside resortness. Bodies packed on both the narrow streets, the promenade, and the uncomfortable-looking pebbly beaches.
We crossed over to the Isle of Portland with Chesil Beach to our right – the famous multi-mile long pebble beach that runs for much of southwest Dorset’s coast. The pebbles sequentially and gradually alter in size from fat fist sized this end to marble peas at t’other due to erosion and deposition changes over time south to north.
Called into a tiny community space, the Chiswell Walled Garden, before heading to Fortuneswell. Carly unimpressed with local eating options.