In the mist shrouded cemetery migrant Goldcrests seem to have turned up 'mob handed',
Among a great deal of early morning bus kerfuffle, I finally managed to get myself to Portland, in the hope of witnessing the 'Golden Tribute' to Helena Lucas, our very own Paralympic Sailor, by way of the Reforne Post Box being dubbed the colour of her medal. That may have to wait for another day??
but Portland was in a complete Doldrum, not even the slightest puff of wind, and so the musical extravaganza remained, for the time being, mute!
Despite all of that, the West Cliff of Portland remains a 'highlight' part of the Jurassic Coastal Walk, and I for one was not going to let lack of breeze spoil that.
Some of the instruments, ready to play when Mother Nature decided she was going to play the game.
Now, here's a different thing altogether! Campers on the lip of the cliff
seemingly contemplating a bout of 'Tomb Stoning'? Anyone thinking of jumping from this 'high point'
has to have a death wish, luckily these youngsters seemed to think 'terra firma' was the best bet. For me things were becoming far too heated weather-wise so I returned home to the shade of a serious wine bottle - Cheers!