Day 6

If i knew then what was ahead i would of stayed in weymouth for another day! I had chosen to take the B3157 towards Chickerall and what a big mistake that was, the road was narrow,no paths and after a few flat miles it was fucking up,up and up! Surely what goes up must come down? not in this fucking case! It was worth it though as the view was amazing and i got a free bootle of water from the lady in the ice cream van-you were a bit strange but very kind! If your ever in that area go to 'Tulk's Hill' it's worth it.Hooray! Its down hill! Its a narrow road but fuck the cars ive got as much right as them they can either go round or fucking wait! Fuck em!! Down into a little town called 'Bridport' then what a suprise up hill out!! After feeling like a yo-yo i had made it to 'Lyme Regis' and was well and truly fucked in more ways than 1, i had no place to stay, very little money and wasnt sure what to do, then i meet an old dude 'Chris' who took me to where he normally sleeps, an entrance of an antiques place! He went and got some cardboard and made up a little one man tardis-it was sick! and it was actually warm and comfortable! Chris your a legend, you will never get to see this but thanks all the same, enjoyed your stories! The guy had lived on the streets everywhere from 'Spain' to 'India'!