Driving back across Eggardon Hill from Jane and Johnny Holland’s, I had to stop a moment to drink in the view. Dorset at her best.
This evening, an extraordinary sunset in the valley. A mist rolled in from the sea as the clouds moved from soft pink to deep golden orange and the sheep grazed blissfully unaware.
I promise to start writing about something interesting and to stop sounding like the west of England tourist agency.