Week 5 - and the beat goes on

The extra long weekend away with the ManHunk by the sea was wonderful.

Although I can't say I was expecting to be climbing hills and walking along cliffs, but the effort and the heart and chest feeling like it was going to explode were well worth it. He though never broke a sweat. Jerk.

The south coast of England is stunning. Dorset. And unlike home, everything (despite how far it looks on a map) is only ever a little bit away. We walked around Lulworth Cove up to Durdle Door and back again. Up and down the Jurrasic coast around Kimmeridge and up to Gold Down. Stunning. Then there was Swanage which was absolutely beautiful in its shore-side-ness and pier and sailing races. Werham with it's quaintness. Studland with its beach streaching for miles upon miles and Poole and fish and chips in Bournemouth and so much more.

The best part? The absolute awe of the place. This is why I am here again, it's proof that England isn't all bad. In fact, so far, it's only the people with grim ideals and opinions that bring this place down.

Conversations were had, and even though ground rules were laid and we both knew exactly what this would be, it didn't extinguish the sting when I was reminded. But, we still make plans, we're still there for the end of day wrap up and we still live in denial about any feelings existing.

So back to the grind, memories in hand.