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An Ode to English Seaside Villages

Beneath the cold florescent lights in a grey office expanse, I watch winter winds batter London rooftops below. I dream of a cool ocean breeze at my back and warm rays on my face. Long grass at my fingertips. Today I am dreaming of the idyllic village of West Lulworth. A seaside haven of thatched roofs, crooked…
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Fossil hunting on the Jurassic Coast

Just after 12:30 on a Tuesday afternoon, the English Channel dutifully retreated at the calling of Low Tide. From the shallow pebble beach we watched as grey waves sunk wearily to the horizon and left bare the slippery sea floor. I took a few careful steps into the muddy wasteland, leaping over puddles lined with…
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Knocking on Durdle Door

In the glaring sunlight, the coastal path was blindingly white and flawless, too new for this time-worn landscape. We kicked up chalk dust that coated our hair, feet and sunburnt skin. Behind us, the land stretched far and wide in leaping hills of green, only breaking at the sudden burst of blue that made Lulworth…






