Camping: Corfe Castle Day 2 – Old Harry Rocks, July/August 2016

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Old Harry Rocks (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

Day 2 of our holiday was Monday, and the day dawned bright and sunny again. My feet were still a bit sore from the sandals and the shingle the day before, so we decided to go somewhere where I knew there was a well-defined path. (There’s a well-defined path at Durdle Door, but I knew there was a nicer one at Studland.)

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Flora at the Old Harry Rocks (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

And so off we pootled to Studland Bay to see Old Harry and his wife – the Old Harry Rocks.

The car park is free to National Trust members and a sign says there are free poo bags and bowls of water for dogs along the trail – we found the poo bags, which was fortunate as throughout the holiday we did keep leaving ours at the tent, but there were no bowls of water.

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At the Old Harry Rocks (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

When I mentioned the bowls of water (or lack of them) to the NT reps there, they knew nothing about them. If you do the full walk and have a dog, or even if you don’t, it’s a good idea to carry water anyway, as you can walk for miles and not see a soul.

It took us about 20 minutes to walk the easy path and we lingered for quite some time while the poet practised some arty photography – bracketing, HD, bokeh, etc, etc.

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Tree at the Old Harry Rocks (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

But it had clouded over and started to spit with rain and we hadn’t brought our raincoats with us, and there is no shelter.

We did take shelter beneath a tree on the walk back and we thought the growth on the side looked like an old man’s face with either a big beard or a big chin.

Can you see him?

The rain dropped off and we made it back to the car relatively dry. Then we drove back to the campsite by way of an orientation drive, and we had a Dorset Cream Tea in Lulworth Cove – you can’t go to Dorset and not have a cream tea … or Cornwall, or Devon …

The picture below is a result of “bracketing”. This is where the poet used his tripod and auto-took 3 pictures that were almost exactly the same, one was under-exposed, one was normal and one was over-exposed. Later, in processing, all three pictures are merged together.

Unfortunately it was a little breezy, as you can see in the bottom right-hand corner with the blurred flowers. But we both really like the effect, and I think it looks like an oil painting.

What do you think?

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Old Harry Rocks (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)