Day 29 Fri 30th Sept Lulworth to Swanage

A break at Kimmeridge

And as the mini heatwave continues to burn us all to a frazzle, September exits stage right with the guiltiest of expressions, having  wrecked havoc amongst South West weather forecasters throughout the month. But the morning had an element of spice injected into it when Radio Solent shocked the nation with a live interview of Jack and his mad- cap ideas.

But, not to be undone, the intrepid duo continued their progress eastwardly from Lulworth, hotly pursued by exploding shells and bullets until we were in sight of the final citadel of Swanage. With only 7.6 miles left until we cross the finishing line (in front of the Royal Box), it was time to call it a day and reflect  on the ups and downs of the last four weeks.

Roger and Joan produced the most enormous pasta, capable of awakening the dead and certain to account for a few more minutes off the final of Jack's dashes. The euphoria of completion is certain to be tinged by elements of sadness and wistfulness but this will be the subject of tomorrow's  illuminating blog. And so to bed.