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Chesil Beach pt2

the technicolour dream tent

By The Bimbler

Phew...we made it!

Once past the Military firing range Rob and I decided to rest up for the night so got busy pitching our shelters. If any of you should ever find yourselves in a similar situation take a tip from me and leave the tent pegs at home, they're completely useless on a beach. Buried rocks however, work surprisingly well at anchoring guy lines and shelters down.

This is my cuben fibre tent. It was stupidly expensive because the fabric is stupidly light. The tent inner and outer weigh 828 grams which is the same as 4.6 bananas... which is bananas!

Rob opted for a rather fabulous dual purpose rain cape/tent which gave me shelter envy as it weighed even less than my daft tent.

but as the light faded I deployed my secret weapon... a colour changing LED light strip from the pound shop. I'd not told Rob in advance and could see the look of defeat in his eyes as he bowed his head... or maybe it was just a face palm.

Nearby inhabitants on the mainland would no doubt be gazing out in astonishment as a multicoloured space craft hovered off their familiar stretch of the South Coast.

After a restless night in which I dreamed of angry locals arriving on boats armed with pitchforks, it was a relief to get up and make a hot mug of tea to get the day going.

After breakfast Rob and I struck camp and continued Westwards along Chesil Beach. It was a cold but bright morning and the pebbles were getting smaller the further we walked. It is said that in times past, local fishermen would land their boats at night and know where they were according to the size of the pebbles. All I know is this is where the pesky little things started finding their way into the tops of my walking boots.

crunch... crunch... ouch!

The day was spent at a leisurely pace with many stops for hot drinks and snacks.

This bright Orange rowing boat was quite a surreal sight being the only sign of activity for several miles in either direction.

As Rob and I finally reached the familiar terrain which marked the western end of the Chesil Bank the pebbles settled into a relatively agreeable surface so we scuttled along the last few miles to our destination at West Bay.

180 Billion pebbles covered and a similar number emptied out of my boots!

I'm off to put my feet up.

Footnotes

Robert Twigger's website is www.roberttwigger.com and feel free to contact thebimbler@mail.com if you'd like to chat about photographic commissions or exhibitions...or just to say hi.

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FootNotes

Robert Twigger's website is www.roberttwigger.com and feel free to contact thebimbler@mail.com if you'd like to chat about photographic commissions or exhibitions...or just to say hi.

It's a wrap

Chesil Beach pt2

the technicolour dream tent

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(part two)