A perfect day for messing about on the beach. After our lovely night last night, and a superb sleep in The Crown Inn at Puncknowle (which I discovered is pronounced Punnel) we needed a coffee and toast to wake ourselves up. Heading back to Abbotsbury, we alighted into the Old School Tea Rooms and hoovered up a few comestibles in their courtyard garden before heading to the beach there. Part of the world famous Chisel Beach this part is made up of lovely small pebbles about 1cm across. Rumour has it that if a local was plonked onto the beach blindfolded, they could tell where they were on the Beach by around 500 yards just by the size of the pebbles. Today I just gazed at them. And so a jolly 2 hours was spent lying on the pebbles watching the (mainly) Chinese fishermen fishing off the shingle. And do you know what in the 2 hours we were there I never saw a fish being caught. Just an idyllic morning, sea, shingle and surf, so relaxing, should do more of this.
My view while asleep
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