Inside the church, the American flag is for the American soldiers who were stationed there In the war
The old church, gorgeous in the winter sun
It's only 2 pews deep!
The story of the church
The second ford of the holiday
The fleet - this is the lagoon along the Dorset coast that is separated from the sea by Chesil Beach which I know from geography lessons is a tombolo
We came across a racetrack, this is smuggling territory and also horse racing apparently
And on 2 pebbles in the lagoon were 2 bright green caterpillars which we moved onto the grass as they were surrounded by water on the pebbles they were on. Don't know how they'll manage the winter chill though
Be quiet! Horses!
A pill box in case the invaders fancied a Dorset holiday
And another pill box. These racing horses must be something very special
A stile in a non existent fence leading to an equally useful boat
The Moonfleet Hotel. Here be smugglers or at least some tat.
Another set of gate posts! This leads down to the hotel
And on the way out of the village. Watch out for the green armed locals
We went on to Abbotsbury
And found the remaining abbey ruins
There they are
And went into the church
Woody's idea of bell ringing
From the outside
A view from Hardy's monument (that's kiss me Hardy, not Thomas and not the other Thomas Hardye)
Enjoying the sun though the wind was bitter
And the view towards Portland
Some stones
Doing what he's told, the engraving is on the top
Ending the night with a brandy tasting with the tulip glasses from Cognac, France. These are the things to drink brandy from these days don't you know?!
And to all a good night *hic
Xxx
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