I am not sure if anyone's terribly interested, but I am off on holiday here till the beginning of September. As the the old coastguard house, part of a row of seven (the big dark smudge on top of this Dorset cliff) has no electricity, I shall be in radio silence. Unable then, to answer any comments were you to be kind enough to think of making any. There's a tempest and torrential rain forecast for tomorrow as we drive there across the fields ( who's going to open the damn gates? You guessed it) and unload food, water, foul weather gear, torch batteries, gas mantles and rather a lot of booze.
I think I might be getting too old for this game. I'll tell you later.
My son Will made a little film about the place . He introduces it like this "We shot this at one of my favorite places in the world, in Dorset. Exact location to remain a secret. Its an adaptation of a joke my dad used to tell; any excuse for a film. And this was real micro- budget. 75 pounds for radio mics, and 25 for sandwiches and petrol!
Image © Rosie West