Friday. On our outward journey Adrian told us of the haunts of smugglers and pointed out the houses where customs men had lived. Another ridge walk, this time east along the Purbeck Way from the Castle, to the sea at Swanage. We watched the steam train chugging through the countryside down below and saw more deer. An agreed diversion towards Studland enabled us to see Old Harry, a large chalk isolate once joined on to the Needles. Glorious walking again along the finest clifftop turf. An almost tame baby rabbit ran towards us inquisitively instead of escaping into its burrow. Then a long descent to the beach at Swanage Bay and barefoot walking along the edge of the sea. This tour had come to an end. Which one should we choose next year?
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