Monday: the day of burning

Today I managed to just about complete my chapter on critical theory, Marx and critique and to burn my legs in an hour lying on Chesil Beach. Apart from a telephone call with H just now I have not interacted with a single person today.

Miles 21 down through Abbotsbury to the car park by the beach and back via Dorchester Tesco.

 

Average speed 26mph

Maximum temperature 28 C – phew