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On Thursday it was blowing a hoolie, the wind still in the east, and I thought that if I did the walk from Sheep-pen car park to Swyre, then at least the wind would be propelling me up the hill.

The wind did indeed push me up the hill on the first stretch, but then, regretting its helpfulness, it kept trying to blow me over as I was walking along the rim of Encombe Bowl. Still, once I made it to the end of the headland, I found a sheltered spot to sit and drink my coffee, in the lea of the round barrow, looking out over the coast.

White horses out at sea.

Kimmeridge Bay.

Came back down from Heaven's Gate walking into the teeth of the wind. Not a particularly cold wind, but strong enough to drown out the singing of the skylarks.