Portland

Let's go to the Riviera Marge. Great, we're off to France again. No. The English Riviera. Didn't think of taking Wee Margie then? No Marge you're our best girl. It'll give you a chance to show off your newly sprayed wheels. Silver suited Angela, but John much prefers the anthracite grey they now are.

Before

After Refurbishment

By half past one Marge was nestled in the corner of the parking area behind the Tout Quarry Nature Reserve on Portland.

After lunch we walked through the nearby sculpture park then onto the coast path with views across to the tidal sandbank of Chesil Beach.

The wind blew offshore making the walk a little treacherous in places, particularly on the narrower sections. John was worried Angela might fall as if anything happened to her, he didn't know how to operate the washing machine! The breeze chilled us, and the area felt desolate, like the end of the world. Keen to escape the wind we walked off the coast path cutting through St. George's churchyard stopping to look at a bomb crater.

In July 1942 an enemy bomb narrowly missed the church landing amongst the ancient graves. The windows and door of the church, closed in 1917 were blown out. The crater left by the bomb has been lined with pieces of unidentified headstones, broken urns and ironwork found in the area after the bomb landed. Interesting.

Portland is rather neglected and ramshackle. But we like it. The coast is interesting and the views stunning back towards Chesil beach as it disappears into the distance. 

Tomorrow we will head towards Exmouth excited about this next trip.

There is an adventure in all of us, you just have to find it, or let it find you. Isn't that right Marge?