A few hours spent in the vanity project that is Poundbury made me yearn for cheap lager and Southern Fried Chicken, so I’ve ended up in Bridport, a few miles west. A damp and foggy day has not been wasted. I’ve started a new chapter of my book and written nearly 4,000 words: good going even though much of it was simply cut and pasted.
My first photo location is the iron-age hill fort at Hambledon Hill. The weather tomorrow looks very wet - another writing day, I reckon - with better weather on Thursday...
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