Nothing is more bleak than an English seaside town on a rainy day.
I’ve made my way southward towards the coast for a little wandering, as my friend, Di, calls it. I have come to a small hotel by my own self and have been driving around the Purbeck Penninsula, walking a few coastal paths and stopping to visit coastal towns along the way.
I am in a small room, in a very quaint B&B and I’ve made it my home for the next few days. I have a book. I have a stitching project. I have a writing journal. And in the evenings, I leave my pokey little room and make my way up to the big, fabulous Grand Hotel on the cliff top for a simple dinner and I sit at a table near the big window over looking the sea. They even put the American flag out for me.
It’s good to have adventures.