Ambling back along the coast, via West Bay and Hive beach (complete with swim and crab sandwiches from the cafe).
Escape from Poundbury
On the way back we drove into Prince Charles’s dream village/town – something we’ve always meant to look at but have never been close enough to warrant a detour. It’s totally awful – a bit like Port Meirion without any attempt at humour; all the wrong scale and completely desolate – no human in sight. Escaped so quickly that I didn’t even take a photograph.
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