They were serving breakfasts, thick slices of artisan bread, Dorset honey, scrambled organic Cedar eggs, rare breed sausage -
A gentle oldster read his kindle -
Looking out the cafe window, I saw Wareham's holy fool lurching up North Street - he was wearing his antique Barbour - his wild hair and beard were bejewelled with raindrops -
I caught the X53 bus back to East Stoke - I sat with the Poole babushkas, who were gossiping about hospitals and broadband -
I read a notice tellng me that Sarah Ashby had named this double decker Portland Bill -
The bravo at the wheel raced the Weymouth train from Wogret to Middlefield Cottages -
10.30
Thursday 10 December 2015
Wareham to East Stoke
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