Day 27: Wed. 28th Sept Lyme Regis to Langton Herring

3 lovely supporters - Burton Bradstock

What a difference a day makes!Gone were the mist and fog. Gone were the low temperatures and gone were the grey, grey skies and seas. In their place summer had returned with an astonishing array  of clear horizons, balmy breezes and dazzling turquoise seas .

For me, the weather was perfect and much progress was made as I galloped along the Path at breathtaking speed from Lyme to Langton, conquering the mighty Golden Cap en route. Hands up all those who have read the book, "Moonfleet", a classic tale of smugglers' nefarious deeds located in the heart of Chesil Beach country. It was compulsive reading when I was at school a thousand years ago. Mind you, they never had exploits extending to cliff-top runners and their mad sport.

Once more, there were other fresh air fanatics on the Path only too pleased to learn about G.O.S.H and only too ready to donate there and then to the hospital funds. We were also united again with our very close buddies, Margaret and Jill who scoured the summit of Golden Cap amazed by the enormous dust cloud being generated by dashing Jack shortly after crossing the Devon/Dorset border. All now seems set for Saturday's final fling when I hope to spring across the burning sands of Studland beach around 1 pm, weather and injuries permitting. And so to bed.