It was my birthday on Saturday, and to celebrate we went on a little outing to Chesil beach, it is somewhere that has been on my wishlist to visit ever since reading Ian McKewan’s, On Chesil Beach.
It was absolutely beautiful, the sea was a very enticing shade of turquoise, if it was a bit warmer and not quite so windy you could almost be forgiven for thinking you were in the warmer climes of Greece or Spain.
Nothing prepares you for the wind that hits you as you climb up and over the stone hill onto the main beach, or the noise that the waves make as they crash over the stones. It’s not until you go back over the hill and head back inland you realise quite how loud it is.
We took Murphy with us on our outing and he absolutely loved it! He was completely obsessed with the stones and going into the sea.
I manged to take a few snaps whilst strolling along the 18 mile stretch of beach. There where some beautiful shells washed up on the beach along with some pieces of washed up remnants from a ship wreck.