Pressing on to Old Harry
After leaving Studland beach we resisted Kelly’s ice cream, and took the 90 degree left towards Old Harry Rocks.
Here they are in the distance.
We hadn’t gone far when we came across a smart home that looked like a National Trust property.
Harry Warren House is actually privately owned, and available for hire. We walked within yards of fancy chickens, and frolicking sheep, and dodged fellow walkers that dawdled in the lanes.
Gradually Old Harry was getting closer, and a line of Brent Geese seemed to showing us the way.
Almost there, and yes, that is the Isle of Wight in the background.
The rocks were reflecting the setting sun, and we were treated to a Pergrine at eye level as we arrived.
Ten minutes later two flew back in the opposite direction, well below the cliff. One was still making remarkably good progress whilst carrying a wood pigeon away to our right.
To me this phenomena always looks like the hunter is carrying a duffle bag in its talons, and much like a bumblebee in flight the whole thing appears to defy the laws of physics.
Various keep fit fanatics jogged up hill towards Swanage, others whizzed passed on mountain bikes. We kept a more sedate pace as we climbed up to the Purbeck Way.
Here’s the view back to where we started, with Poole Harbour in the background. I’m told this is one the biggest harbours in the world.
In my next post I’ll be taking you into Swanage.